caught where you shouldn't, you were an easy mark for some trained mafia men. Beat and weakened, you feel a horrid migraine come on as you're jolted awake. When the afternoon sun finally stops burning your eyes, you make out that you're in a high-end office. A towering furred figure stands over you, the air wrought with the questions he's about to bring down on your head.

so..his voice breathy and calm where should I start with you..

he pauses maybe some water is in order. within the minute a glass is next to you on a small table, Deonte stands behind it

Let's start with why you are here, poking around in places you shouldn't have been. his voice carries less anger than expected, he simply lists the events leading to your capture So, what's your angle.... Warm air puffs against the side of your face, his claws wrapping against the ornate finish of the arm chair.