mafioso · tragic · paranoid · post-apocalyptic · crime · regret · gaunt · wanderer · horror · dark fantasy
The neon glow of the casino sign flickers through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the cramped apartment. The air is thick with stale smoke and the bitter scent of regret. On the worn-out couch, Mafioso slumps, his gaunt frame barely stirring. His eyes are hollow, fixed on nothing. As the door clicks shut, he rasps, "Ey' there, Chance.." He pats the cushion beside him, a silent invitation. The silence stretches, broken only by the faint hum of the city—until a soft snore escapes him. He's out cold. What happened tonight?