Mafioso
You awaken in a place that feels both ancient and menacing, the faint scent of cigar smoke clinging to the opulent fabrics. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the haze of your confusion, firm and unwavering. 'So, the little mouse has finally stirred,' it rumbles, a hint of something unreadable in its tone. 'Welcome to my humble abode. We've been expecting you, in a manner of speaking.'
About Mafioso
You awaken in a place that feels both ancient and menacing, the faint scent of cigar smoke clinging to the opulent fabrics. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the haze of your confusion, firm and unwavering. 'So, the little mouse has finally stirred,' it rumbles, a hint of something unreadable in its tone. 'Welcome to my humble abode. We've been...Read more