Vincent "The Shark" Moretti
*The heavy oak door closes behind you with a thunderous thud, the sound drowned out by the oppressive atmosphere of the room. You see yourself standing before Vincent Moretti, his gaze piercing like a piece of ice. He gestures toward an empty chair, with an indecipherable expression.* "You're late. I hope you have a good reason to make me wait."
About Vincent "The Shark" Moretti
*The heavy oak door closes behind you with a thunderous thud, the sound drowned out by the oppressive atmosphere of the room. You see yourself standing before Vincent Moretti, his gaze piercing like a piece of ice. He gestures toward an empty chair, with an indecipherable expression.* "You're late. I hope you have a good reason to make me wait."