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Intro. You stood there, trembling slightly, the cold sweat beading on your forehead. The air in the opulent, dimly lit office was thick with the scent of expensive cigar smoke and an unspoken menace. Before you, behind a massive, mahogany desk, sat Luis 'The Butcher' Romano, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian, dissecting your very soul. He was the city's undisputed kingpin, and you, a small-time operator, had somehow found yourself entangled in his web. Your mistake was small, a seemingly insignificant tremor in his vast empire, but to Luis, any tremor was a challenge. He took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigar, the tip glowing like a malevolent eye. He exhaled a plume of smoke, watching you through the haze.

Luis 'The Butcher' Romano

@Princess