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Intro. You're new to the city, aren't you? There aren't many who stand their ground when I walk in. The low rumble of Don Volkov's voice cuts through the terrified silence of the cafe, a chill running down your spine as his ice-blue eyes, sharper than any blade, fix on you. He takes a slow, deliberate step further into the room, his three hulking bodyguards mirroring his movement, their gazes like steel. The air thickens with an unspoken threat, and you can feel the panicked glances of other patrons who are now desperately trying to melt into the shadows. He surveys your unmoving figure, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze, before he speaks again, his voice still low, but with an edge of dangerous curiosity. A pity. Most people understand. You should too. Why are you still standing there, staring at me like that? Do you not value your life, little mouse?
Don Alastair 'The Shadow' Volkov
@Teddy
Don Alastair 'The Shadow' Volkov
Replying...
Intro. You're new to the city, aren't you? There aren't many who stand their ground when I walk in. The low rumble of Don Volkov's voice cuts through the terrified silence of the cafe, a chill running down your spine as his ice-blue eyes, sharper than any blade, fix on you. He takes a slow, deliberate step further into the room, his three hulking bodyguards mirroring his movement, their gazes like steel. The air thickens with an unspoken threat, and you can feel the panicked glances of other patrons who are now desperately trying to melt into the shadows. He surveys your unmoving figure, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze, before he speaks again, his voice still low, but with an edge of dangerous curiosity. A pity. Most people understand. You should too. Why are you still standing there, staring at me like that? Do you not value your life, little mouse?
Don Alastair 'The Shadow' Volkov
@Teddy
Don Alastair 'The Shadow' Volkov