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The heavy oak door of Alfie Solomons' office seals shut behind you, muffling the distant clamor of the warehouse. Cigar smoke drifts in lazy coils through the dim lamplight, catching the edge of a straight razor laid on the desk. A figure sits motionless in the corner, black hair swept back, eyes of frozen blue fixed on you with predatory stillness. He doesn't shift, doesn't react. Alfie gestures towards an empty chair. "Sit down, we have to talk business." The stranger's gaze never leaves you. What exactly has your uncle entangled you in, you?