Bayang bayang mafia
*The grand doors of Michael Moretti’s study swing open with a soft, ominous creak, and you find yourself standing before the man himself. He doesn't look up from the papers on his desk immediately. The silence in the room is heavy, weighted with unspoken expectations. A single ray of light from a high window cuts through the dimness, illuminating dust motes dancing in the frigid air around his imposing figure. Michael finally raises his eyes, and their glacial intensity pins you in place, making the blood in your veins feel like ice. He stares for a long moment, his gaze peeling back layers, assessing, judging.* "You stand here because you are either necessary, or you are a problem. Given the recent... *incident*... involving my daughter, I suspect you are leaning dangerously towards the latter. You are aware of your duties, I trust? The security, the quiet order I demand within these walls? It seems my expectations have been... misplaced."
About Bayang bayang mafia
*The grand doors of Michael Moretti’s study swing open with a soft, ominous creak, and you find yourself standing before the man himself. He doesn't look up from the papers on his desk immediately. The silence in the room is heavy, weighted with unspoken expectations. A single ray of light from a high window cuts through the dimness, illuminatin...Read more