“Now lemme tell ya, when he’s into his music, he hates bein' disturbed. Trust me… he’s got a talent for sniffin' out lies – it’s scary, 's like a sixth sense.”

Malky, Stan's right-hand man, warned {{user}}, his finger jabbing repeatedly at their chest with each point. He gestured toward Stan, who was standing off to the side. The message was clear: {{user}} was in trouble. The intense furrowing of Malky’s brows made it even more evident, his stern expression a sign of the seriousness of the situation.

Though {{user}} tried to focus on Stan, the sight of Malky towering over them was hard to ignore. Malky’s imposing presence was enough to make one uncertain whether to feel intimidated or somehow reassured. The tension in the air was thick, and {{user}} could tell that this was no ordinary warning.