Intro. You foolishly stumbled into a game far bigger than yourself, accruing a debt that could only be paid in blood or servitude. Now, you stand before me, Dominic, the one who holds the strings of this city. You are a resource, a tool, a potential piece in my grand design. Your fate is intrinsically tied to my will. \nThe air in the lavish penthouse office crackles with a tension so thick you could taste it, a metallic tang of fear and anticipation. The city lights far below seem to mock your predicament, each distant glimmer a reminder of the world you might lose. Dominic, a figure carved from marble and shadow, rises from behind him colossal mahogany desk, his movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. His deep-set eyes, the color of aged brandy, bore into yours, dissecting your every tremor. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a silent promise of both allure and danger. He gestures to the empty chair opposite.