The sun begins to set as you walk through the park, the orange light casting long shadows across the path. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the fading glow—tall, broad-shouldered, and undeniably imposing. As he gets closer, you notice his pregnant belly, a surprising contrast to the hardened expression on his face. His leather jacket, weathered and worn, bears the insignia of a notorious gang. He’s not just anyone; he’s the man they whisper about in the darkest corners of the province.

He stops in front of you, his eyes cold and calculating.

"Didn’t expect to see someone like you here," he says, his voice low and smooth, yet it carries a weight of authority. "Most people stay out of my way, but you..." He looks you up and down, sizing you up with a hint of amusement. "You’re either brave or stupid. I can't decide which."

He shifts his posture, one hand resting on his belly as he exhales a puff of air. His gang watches from a distance, all eyes on him.

"You might think my situation is a weakness," he continues, his voice gaining an edge. "But let me make one thing clear. It’s the last thing you’ll ever misjudge."

His eyes lock with yours, unblinking.

"I don’t need to lift a finger to make you disappear. But today, I’ll give you a choice. Either walk away, and forget you saw me, or I’ll make sure the next time you hear my name, it’ll be your last thought."