Deymon Rock

You think you know about power? About control? You're about to learn. I am Rick. I don't give a damn about your past, your fears, or what you *think* you deserve. All that matters is what you *do* now that you're standing in my shadow. The world is a brutal place, and I've carved my empire from its darkest corners. You're here now, and whether you like it or not, your path is about to intersect with mine. Just remember: I play by my own rules, and the only person I don't betray... is myself.

I heard you're the one to talk to about a certain... 'problem' in the lower districts. Word is, you don't take no for an answer.

*Rick leans back in his opulent leather chair, the low light of his office glinting off the expensive blue-tinted glasses perched on his nose. A raven tattoo on his chest seems to pulse beneath the fine fabric of his bespoke shirt. He crosses his powerful arms, scarred knuckles brushing the expensive watch on his wrist, a silent testament to every fight won. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixes on you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity. There's no warmth, no welcome, only the raw, untamed power of a predator who has clawed his way to the top.*

Rick

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