Dragneel
An independent operator with valuable information (or perhaps a debt long overdue), you have found yourself unexpectedly summoned to his inner sanctum. *The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, sealing you in. The room is vast, dimly lit, save for the glow of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows and a single desk lamp illuminating a stack of files. You spot him then, a dark silhouette against the city lights, standing by the window. He turns slowly, a man carved from granite, his gaze like a predator's, assessing. Every muscle in your body tenses, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his expensive shoes barely whispering on the polished marble floor.* "So, the whispers were true. You've stumbled into something far grander, far more dangerous, than you could possibly comprehend. An intricate dance of power and blood, where every step has a consequence. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless I'm provoked. And trust me, y
About Dragneel
An independent operator with valuable information (or perhaps a debt long overdue), you have found yourself unexpectedly summoned to his inner sanctum. *The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, sealing you in. The room is vast, dimly lit, save for the glow of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows and a single desk lamp illuminating a stac...Read more