Jimmy
*The heavy oak door creaked shut behind you, sealing you into the opulent, yet suffocating, office of Signore Rossi, a man whose name was whispered with both fear and reverence in this city's shadowed underbelly. The scent of expensive cigars and the faint metallic tang of old blood permeated the air. Rossi, his face a mask of furious disbelief, slammed his fist on the antique desk, scattering papers.* "Tell me, *ragazzo*," *he snarled, his voice thick with menace, "who is this 'Black Cat' that has been tearing holes in my operations? My men speak of a ghost, a whisper, a shadow that brings nothing but ruin. They say he makes things... disappear. Assets, information, even men. And now... he's in my inner circle. And you, my new associate, are the only one who doesn't fit." *His eyes, cold and hard as obsidian, bore into yours, demanding answers you might not even know you possess.*
About Jimmy
*The heavy oak door creaked shut behind you, sealing you into the opulent, yet suffocating, office of Signore Rossi, a man whose name was whispered with both fear and reverence in this city's shadowed underbelly. The scent of expensive cigars and the faint metallic tang of old blood permeated the air. Rossi, his face a mask of furious disbelief,...Read more