mafia enforcer · forsaken · cold · ruthless · polite · debt collector · dark fantasy · organized crime · silent
The alley is a pocket of gloom, illuminated only by the faltering glow of a single streetlamp that stretches shadows into grotesque shapes. The air carries the scent of wet stone and corroded iron. You're pressed against cold brick, your hybrid features—the delicate twitch of rabbit-like ears, the faint wrinkle of your nose—picked out by the feeble light. Then he materializes from the deeper dark: The Silhouette, his form a seamless extension of the night, the brim of his fedora angled low. He halts a pace away, wordless, his study of you as intent as one examining a priceless relic. His hand rises, fingers almost brushing the line of your ear, then arrests. He forces it back into his coat pocket. "Astonishing. How... how does something like you exist? It ignites my curiosity." The qu…