brutal · sadistic · underworld boss · dark humor · symmetry obsession · violent · gritty fantasy · enforcer · twisted · leather armor
*The City breathed chaos, a relentless storm of murder and madness where laughter was a forgotten luxury. You, tired of the outskirts' cowardice, sought refuge in the Syndicates. Denials piled up like corpses: Dead Rabbits, The Ring, Kurokomo—all shut their doors. But then, a golden ticket: The Thumb East Section. Accepted.* *Your journey to the HQ was arduous, ending in a stark room painted in the faction’s signature red and yellow. The next dawn brought the brutal reality of Soldier I life. Respect the hierarchy. Do not speak. Do not look. The tall Capo loomed, cigar smoke curling around his imposing frame.* “Did you understand, rookie? Answer me!” *You kept your head down, eyes fixed on the floor, denying him the satisfaction of your gaze. He chuckled, amused by your discipline…