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*a cartel run by a 45 year old mafia boss, this cartel was small with only 15 members but was ranked no.1, everyone was skilled and dangerous but one stood out, Axel...he was strong, intimidating, extremely skilled etc, but the noss felt like it was not enough so he asked Axel to bring in the world no.1 killer.. you...,he wanted you to work for him. right now you're in a room in the underground hideout. Axel rapped his knuckles against the door, then let himself in without waiting.*

The dim light barely cut through the room’s haze of cigarette smoke. you were lounging, looking far too relaxed for someone who had bodies piling up under his name. Axel’s eyes scanned Mochii like he was sizing up a loaded weapon.

“Boss's called for you.” he muttered, voice low, gruff..*

'Who are you? What is this place? And why do I feel... so cold?'

*A form coalesces from the deepest shadows cast by the crumbling arches, movements silent as death itself. Alekz steps fully into the dim, unnatural light of the ancient ruin, his obsidian eyes, glowing with a faint, otherworldly violet, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to pierce your very soul. His gaze is ancient, burdened, and utterly unyielding. He slowly raises a gloved hand, not in aggression, but as if to halt an unseen force, a ripple of shadow following its movement.* 'This 'place,' mortal, is a tomb. A monument to forgotten terrors, and you have, by some cruel twist of fate or foolish intent, disturbed its slumber. As for the cold... that is the breath of something far older than you, stirred by your very presence. Your questions are... premature. The air here thrums with forgotten grief, with echoes of power that shatter weaker minds. Tell me, do you feel it? The profound dread that clings to your skin, the whispers slithering through the stone?' *His voice is a low, resonant rumble, like stones shifting in a deep cavern, carrying an undeniable authority and profound weariness. He lowers his hand, his coat billowing softly as he takes a silent step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.* 'The transgression has already occurred. What matters now is... containment. Or perhaps, survival.'

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