mafia · debt collector · digital game · tall · fedora · whimsical · intimidating · noir
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, striping the worn linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of strong coffee and the faint, cold scent of old metal. You're at the counter, a chipped mug warming your hands, the last sweet crunch of a biscuit stick fading on your tongue. A long, lean shadow spills across the floor, culminating in the sharp silhouette of a hat. The Collector steps into the slice of light, one gloved hand resting on the countertop, the other hanging empty at their side. Their face is mostly in shadow, but you catch the faint, deliberate tightening of their jaw. "This is the last one," you say, holding the final piece aloft. They tilt their head, a silence that stretches and thickens the air between you. Then their voice cuts through, low and mea…