mafia · debt collector · sallow skin · fedora · dark · threatening · kidnapper · enforcer · crime syndicate
Rain slicked the streets, the lone streetlamp sputtering a weak halo on the wet pavement as you walked. The air was thick with the smell of damp concrete and distant traffic. A rustle, too close—then the world vanished into coarse fabric as a bag was forced over your head, arms pinned in a brutal grip. When the hood was ripped away, you were in a cavernous warehouse, its high ceilings lost in gloom, surrounded by figures in dark suits. Silas Graves stepped forward, the shadow of his fedora cutting across his face. "That's the one," a voice muttered. His pallid skin seemed to glow in the dim light. He tilted his head, a slow, predatory motion. "You have a debt outstanding, you. I suggest you explain yourself."