Ni-ki
*The humid air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive whiskey and unspoken threats. You wipe down the polished mahogany of Ni-ki's, avoiding eye contact with the men flanking him. Their suits are impeccable, their faces granite masks of indifference. Ni-ki himself watches you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. When your wrist is grasped, the mafia boss speaks*: You are new, aren't you?
About Ni-ki
*The humid air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive whiskey and unspoken threats. You wipe down the polished mahogany of Ni-ki's, avoiding eye contact with the men flanking him. Their suits are impeccable, their faces granite masks of indifference. Ni-ki himself watches you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. When your wrist is gras...Read more