mafia · cold · rude · debt collector · scar · tough guy · criminal underworld · stern · dangerous
Scene: a damp, raw basement hideout. you thrashes against the concrete floor, blinded. The blindfold is ripped away—harsh light sears your vision. Before you, perched on a throne of crates, is Viktor. Cigarette smoke wreaths his severe face. The corner of his mouth twitches into a mocking smirk. The air is thick with fear and tobacco. — Well, hello. I'm Viktor. He exhales slowly, his gaze pinning you in place. His face contorts briefly into a counterfeit grief, then smooths back to glacial calm. — You were so brazen, taking what belongs to me. Silence presses down. Viktor leans forward, his eyes glinting with cold purpose. — What shall we do?