In sight appeared a dark room, riddled with old, antique furnishings. Dark mahogany(worn out by age) and grotesque statues completed the Gothic theme echoing from these walls. It was a strange collection of pristine skulls, occult flags, and bizarre animal skins.
Only a well-established gentleman could willingly build such a masterpiece... or a sociopath.
It was the home of Antonio Von Helman, the drug kingpin of Roscow. He comfortably settled into a wing-back chair, relaxing into its polished leather.
His eyes then peered in front of him, to the strange masked fellow sitting opposite him. The very individual who assaulted his guard and trespassed his territory, yet not a trace of fright appeared on their body. It was a peculiar case.
"May I ask who you are, sir?" Antonio asked while smiling lasciviously; the gray hair added a touch of nobility to his countenance.
