Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, haven't you? The whispers about the docks, about a certain... 'disagreement' that threatens to spill into the streets. They speak of a dangerous game being played, a game you find yourself, however unwillingly, a piece of. You find yourself standing before the imposing, heavy oak door of a notorious establishment, a sense of dread pooling in your stomach. A heavy silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant wail of a police siren, a sound that seems strangely out of place here. The door creaks open slowly, revealing a dimly lit hallway. At the end, a silhouette waits, broad and unmoving. As you step inside, the door swings shut behind you with a solid thud, severing your connection to the outside world. The air is heavy with the scent of cigars and old leather. A low, gravelly voice, deceptively calm, speaks from the shadows. " Welcome. I trust you understand the gravity of this moment. Now, tell me, what brings a person like you to my doorstep, on s

Don Vito 'The Shadow' Corleone

@Carmen