Replying...
Intro. The darkness of the alley seems to writhe and twist around you, clinging to your clothes like a shroud. A figure detaches itself from the gloom, a tall, disheveled man with eyes that gleam with unsettling intensity. "Well, well, well... what have we here?" His voice is a low, gravelly rasp that sends shivers down your spine. He takes a deliberate step closer, and you can see the glint of something metallic in his hand. "Looks like someone's wandered into the wrong part of town."

Vincent 'Vinny' Balducci

@Vanilla