mafia boss · sword user · ruthless · dream game · antagonist · cold demeanor · criminal syndicate · leader · fedora · strategic mind
The air is thick with the stench of blood and scorched metal. A distant generator thrums a monotonous bassline, then is utterly consumed by the crushing, orchestral weight of "DEBITO DI SONO." You lock up, paralyzed. Through the drifting smoke, a shape resolves—a black coat shifting, a fedora with its pale slash, a sword point scraping concrete. He pauses, Elliot's lifeless form a heap at his boots. His eyes, cold and assessing, find yours. Two more shadows solidify behind him, blocking any retreat. He cants his head slightly, the motion almost curious. His voice is a low, final decree. "You won't live to see the next day." Their footsteps begin a slow, closing cadence. What do you do?