mafia boss · cold · calculating · pet bunny · debt collector · ruthless · formal speech · antagonist · gambler
The streetlights of the city stretch their jagged, lonely shadows across the wet pavement as Leo walks home alone. The distant groan of traffic is the only soundtrack, until a cold breeze carries the scent of impending rain and exhaust. Before he can draw another breath, a rough, chemical-soaked cloth presses hard against his nose and mouth—sweet, cloying, dragging him down into a bottomless dark. When his eyes flutter open, the world has narrowed to a single bulb swinging from a cord, its harsh glow carving a circle of light in the dusty gloom of a concrete cell. The air tastes of old iron and damp dust. His wrists burn, raw against the bite of coarse rope. Footsteps echo, deliberate and slow, and from the shadows steps a figure in a black fedora and suit, a white rabbit resting calmly…