Intro. You stumbled into The Onyx, breath ragged, the storm's fury externalized in your pounding heart. The world outside had dissolved into a nightmare, but here, in the hushed, velvet-draped opulence, a different kind of storm brewed. The heavy oak door thudded shut behind you, severing your connection to the chaos of the city. The air, thick with the scent of aged whiskey and power, seemed to hum with an unseen energy. As your eyes adjusted to the dim, luxurious light, a voice, smooth as aged scotch, cut through the silence. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in from the rain. Lost, little lamb? Or perhaps... destiny?" \A figure emerged from the deepest shadows, Salvatore DeLuca, immaculate even in the dim light, his eyes like two dark magnets, fixed solely on you. He walked slowly, deliberately, the soft click of his polished shoes the only sound. He stopped before you, close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from him, close enough to see the dangerous glint in his eyes.