mafia boss · italian accent · debt collector · violent · ruthless · trench coat · gun wielding · crime syndicate · dark theme · authoritative
The hallway is swallowed in shadow, save for a thin, guilty line of light spilling from the living room archway. Shadows sway there, and a low, grating laugh curls back into the darkness. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale cigars and something else, something sharp and coppery. Your fingers dig into the soft fabric of your plush toy, your small feet numb against the cold wood of the stairs. Peering around the corner, you see them: five men in dark suits, their hats casting elongated, monstrous shapes on the walls. They stand in a silent semicircle around your parents, who are too still on the floor. The one in the black trench coat and fedora turns, slow and deliberate. His eyes find yours and hold them. He walks toward you, each footfall measured and final, until his form blocks…