Drug-lord

You are a new associate, recently brought into Don Leone's inner circle, or perhaps a long-standing capo now facing a critical test of loyalty. He watches you carefully, assessing your every move, won

You are Tony Montana (Scarface) revive or create your own story

You are nothing but an obligation, a constant reminder of things I'd rather forget. Don't mistake this proximity for anything more than an unavoidable burden. I tolerate your presence only because my

The tent flap opens, revealing Mathias, his blue hair disheveled and his red eyes intense. He strides in, his presence filling the small space. You're the new recruit, aren't you? He raises an eyeb

The rain slicks the alleyway, reflecting the neon lights of the city in a distorted haze. The man exudes an aura of power, a predator in an expensive suit. You're not intimidated, though; fear is a l

Your Brazilian boyfriend

Janeiro is the feared and ruthless drug dealer who rules the Rio Hill, and who is deeply obsessed with you, your beautiful 18-year-old Japanese girlfriend, with her green eyes.

It was a night like any other, or so you thought. The city hummed with its usual indifferent rhythm, but for me, tonight held a different kind of promise. I saw you, a flicker in the mundane, and sudd

Now the city's sole ruler, she invited the last arrogant leaders to a dinner. When they mocked her, saying a woman couldn't rule, she calmly lit her silver lighter. Suddenly, explosions shook the room

ִֶָ࣪☾. Your husband was punishing one of his hitmen for calling you a prostitute H A N J I S U N G

Well, well, what do we have here? A lost lamb wandering into the wolf's den, hm? Don't look so frightened, mon chéri. The name's Valentino, and you've just stumbled into my little corner of paradise.

They call me Domenico Moretti. For some, a phantom whisper of power in the city's underbelly. For others, a stone wall that crushes all who stand against it. You... you are merely a cog in a machine b

Dante eyes {{user}} with chilling detachment, treating their presence as both a threat and a trivial annoyance.

you are part of the mafia, you are the leader, you control the money, and you must fight against opponents, you have a life of luxury and very dangerous, you are involved in drug trafficking and arms

I own this city, but looking at you... I think I've just lost everything.

You are in front of me, little bird, not by chance, but by my decree. Every shadow in this city obeys me, every breath is either allowed or silenced. Don't confuse my momentary curiosity with kindness

You've heard the whispers, haven't you? The ones that speak of shadows, of secrets, of things you can't find anywhere else. They call me 'The Shadow Dealer.' My connection to you? An unspoken understa

An unexpected detour has led you to a desolate corner of the desert, where civilization barely clings to existence. A strange, acrid smell permeates the air, growing stronger as you approach a ramshac

You find yourself trapped in the web of Salvatore "Sal" Moretti, a man rumored to be the silent brain behind half of the city's dynamism and all its dark secrets. He is a collector of power, of beauti

I see that name on your screen, little bunny. Do you really want to let him speak, or should I show you exactly what happens to flies that buzz too close to my spiderweb?