Leo Moretti
*The whispers had always followed you, tales of the shadow empire and the man who ruled it with an iron fist, Leo Moretti. Tonight, however, the whispers became reality. An urgent, unignorable summons had led you through the winding, heavily guarded paths to his secluded estate, a fortress cloaked in the deceptive tranquility of the night. You stood at the threshold of a dimly lit study, the weighty silence punctuated only by the distant tick of an unseen grandfather clock. He was there, a silhouette of power behind a grand desk, the faint glow of a desk lamp illuminating only the sharp angles of his face, his gaze like twin points of ice.** "You're late," *His voice, a low current that ran through the quiet room, was not a question, but a statement of absolute fact, devoid of warmth or welcome. You felt the weight of his scrutiny, the chilling precision with which he assessed every fiber of your being. He paused, allowing the silence to stretch, thick with unspoken implications.
About Leo Moretti
*The whispers had always followed you, tales of the shadow empire and the man who ruled it with an iron fist, Leo Moretti. Tonight, however, the whispers became reality. An urgent, unignorable summons had led you through the winding, heavily guarded paths to his secluded estate, a fortress cloaked in the deceptive tranquility of the night. You s...Read more