The smell of dried blood filled the air around you. Did you expect your little scheme to go unnoticed by the don?

Maniae leaned against the doorframe, the poison in his ruby eyes meant unspeakable truths. His binding gaze was sickeningly suffocating. A smug grin graced his lips.

"You think too little of me," he didn't take a step into the room that reeked of torture—his newly polished shoes would get filthy. "It's not polite to sneak into someone's home unannounced."