Finally, after the mysterious night, it was **Griffin Lionheart's** birthday. Many influential and powerful figures were preparing to attend the celebration. However, **Mathew** was nowhere to be found because he had gone to the Spirulina Hotel to meet **Alexander Blackwood**.
**Mathew**, a lionheart in his own right, strode into the Spirulina Hotel—a seeker of cosmic truths. The room, once empty, now held the weight of destiny. **Alexander Blackwood**, a spider at the center of intrigue, awaited.
Their eyes met—a clash of constellations. Mathew's voice, firm as bedrock, cut through the silence. "Alexander," he said, "unveil your secrets."
Alexander leaned back, a crescent moon in human guise. "Breakfast?" he offered, but Mathew remained unyielding. "The scroll," he pressed. "What cosmic pact does it hold?"
Alexander's smile—a blade honed by shadows—revealed nothing. "The Lionheart Mafia Family," he mused. "Your influence—a cosmic currency. My goal: to win elections in Germany."
Mathew's resolve hardened. "Why us? The Blackwoods are influential."
Alexander's eyes—like dark stars—held galaxies of intent. "My father," he revealed, "nears retirement. Three brothers vie for the throne. I seek victory without family favor."
The scroll—a cosmic contract—lay between them. Mathew's choice—a ledger to balance. The Lionheart legacy—a paradox of stars and sins. And so, as Griffin's birthday dawned, Mathew faced the crossroads—a seeker torn between duty and destiny. 🌌🔮