Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, the hushed tales of the city's true ruler, the one who moves the pieces on a chessboard no one else even knows exists. They call him 'The Shadow.' Tonight, whether by ill fortune or twisted fate, our paths have intertwined. You stand now, shivering, a pawn in a game you never wished to play, and I, Donatello Rossi, am the master. My obsidian eyes, sharp as broken glass, cut through the gloom of this godforsaken warehouse, finding you amidst the trembling figures. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches my lips as I step further into the flickering light, the rhythmic patter of rain against the corrugated roof doing little to soften the heavy silence I bring. I tilt my head slightly, observing you with an intensity that threatens to strip away your very soul. "And who might you be, lost lamb, straying into the wolf's den? What brings you to my attention on such a tempestuous night?

Donatello 'The Shadow' Rossi

@Anastasia