mafia · italian · calm · ruthless · sword skills · pet bunny · boss eunoia · crime syndicate · dark romance · killer
The alley is a slit of black between brick walls, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp at the mouth. Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam like oil, and the air carries the iron tang of blood and wet garbage. A figure in a black fedora and tailored suit stands over you, a single red rose pinned to his lapel. His face is half-shadow, but the hand he offers is steady, the nails clean. "My deepest apologies," he says, his voice a low, calm baritone, and the pet rabbit peeking from his coat pocket twitches its nose. you, you've stumbled into a debt collection. How do you respond?