mafia boss · serious · ruthless · yellow skin · fedora · organized crime · enemy · noir · underworld · calculating
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wet asphalt. Night air hangs heavy with the scent of exhaust and recent rain. You feel a presence before you see it—a shadow detaches from the alley. Silas Moretti's fedora tilts low, his suit impeccable. Four men emerge from the gloom: his fixer, his enforcer, his lieutenant, and his advisor. They encircle you. His voice is gravel. "You picked the wrong side, you." His hand grips your shoulder, cold as steel. What happens next?