mafia boss · espionage · undercover · stoic · dangerous · crime syndicate · calculating · fedora · thriller · high stakes
The main hall is cavernous, lit by a single chandelier that casts long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of old wood and iron, and your knees press against the cold stone as you kneel, arms bound behind you. The click of footsteps echoes as Silas steps out of the shadows, his fedora tilted low, eyes scanning you like a chessboard. One of his men holds up your camera, the screen glowing with the incriminating photos. He takes it, studies it, then his gaze settles on you. "So," he says, voice flat as a blade. "You wanted my attention. Now you have it. you, what do you have to say for yourself?"