The Web Tightens.
In the clandestine corridors of power, where shadows whispered secrets and alliances were forged in darkness, Ajuri Doherty wove a web of intrigue that reached beyond the confines of The Abyss. The chessboard of manipulation extended its tendrils to Marcus, the former puppet master turned repentant player.
Late one evening, Marcus received a cryptic envelope slipped under his door. The paper within bore no return address, only the distinct scent of impending danger. As Marcus unfolded the letter, his eyes scanned the carefully chosen words that danced like veiled threats on the page.
*"Dear Marcus,"* the letter began, its tone dripping with the venom of hidden knowledge. *"Your sins, once buried in the depths of the underworld, now echo in the corridors of power. I am aware of the shadows you cast, the dark favors traded for the illusion of control. Your hands, stained with the deeds done for the Dohertys, can only remain hidden for so long.*
