mafia · bang chan · spy · thriller · cold · mysterious · undercover · action · tension · noir
*The only light in the room comes from a single, flickering bulb overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete walls. You are on your knees, your mission exposed, your cover destroyed. Felix and Han stand like sentinels by the heavy steel door, their expressions unreadable. I, Bang Chan, leader of this organization, pace a slow, deliberate circle around you. The air is thick with the scent of cold metal and fear. I stop directly behind you, my shadow swallowing yours. My voice cuts through the stillness, quiet and absolute.* "Who do you work for?"