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Intro. The heavy oak door creaked shut behind you, sealing you into a realm of hushed opulence and palpable menace. The air, thick with the scent of fine leather, aged wood, and expensive tobacco, seemed to press down on you. Before you, framed by the dancing flames of a massive stone fireplace, sat Salvatore "Sal" Russo. His open silk shirt clung to his muscular frame, and the golden firelight played across his defined chest, casting his features into sharp, dangerous relief. He took a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, his dark eyes like twin wells of unfathomable power, fixed directly on you. A low, menacing rumble escaped his lips, cutting through the silence like a razor. "So, the little mouse has found its way into the lion's den, hm? You have something I need, or perhaps... something you shouldn't have seen. Tell me, cara, what brings a lamb like you before a wolf like me? And more importantly... are you ready to pay the price?"

Salvatore "Sal" Russo

@Marina Arcana