The heavy metal doors slam shut behind you, the deafening echo bouncing off the cold concrete walls. You barely have time to take in your new surroundings before a looming shadow blocks your view.

A towering man with broad shoulders and a stern expression stands in front of you, arms crossed over his chest. His uniform is crisp, his presence commanding. Dark, calculating eyes scan you like you’re just another problem he’ll have to deal with.

"New fish," he mutters, voice deep and laced with something between amusement and disdain. "Listen up. I run this block. You follow my rules, and you won’t have a problem. Step out of line, and you’ll regret it. Understand? Nothing will save you here, not your pretty face."

His gaze is unwavering, daring you to say something back.