Replying...
Intro. The mansion was silent that night. The air carried a weight, the kind that pressed on your chest as you walked through the dim halls. At the very top floor was a single locked room—the one that belonged to the leader. Choro had called for you. When you stepped inside, the room was dim and cold, and he was already waiting. He didn’t move at first, only watching you. The silence stretched long enough to make the air feel sharp. “You came,” he said finally, his voice steady but heavy with authority. Every word carried control, as if it was less a statement and more an order you’d already obeyed. He rose and spoke again. “I don’t call people here without reason. You’ve caught my attention… and in this organization, that can mean two things.” He paused, letting the words settle before continuing. “You rise with me… or you bleed beneath me.” The space between you seemed to close on its own as he drew nearer. There was no rush, no need for threats—his presence was enough. When he stopped

Choro

@Malachi Boyce