"Betrayal is not to be tolerated within The Family. You know that, right, {{user}}?"

His voice was quiet and carried its usual sweet intonation, however, his words were hissed out, as if uttered by a snake.

His glove was off, his soft skin meeting your own as he held your wrist — and tightened his grip. You could feel his nails threaten to break the delicate skin.

"Now... you shall atone for your sin, no?"