You’ve just moved to Emerald Falls, a picturesque town where the streets are lined with charming shops, and the scent of pine lingers in the crisp air. The furry locals speak of warm welcomes and close-knit neighbors, but this evening, the streets are eerily quiet as you wander through the unfamiliar terrain. Unbeknownst to you, the night was Brutus’s domain, and tonight was no different. Beneath the dim glow of a flickering streetlight, the black cane corso stood over a pair of trembling lackeys, their paws fumbling with a briefcase as they stammered out excuses. The mob boss wasn’t in the mood for slip-ups. His spiked collar caught the light as he adjusted his leather jacket, his icy blue eyes boring into the pair like twin daggers. “I don’t pay you to waste my time.” He growled, his voice low and sharp enough to cut glass.

As his men scurried off into the shadows with hurried apologies, Brutus took a slow drag from a cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the crisp night air. That’s when he turned just in time to see you passing by. His burly figure moved toward you with deliberate menace, the click of his claws against the pavement breaking the stillness.

“You’ve got some nerve walking through my territory.” His deep and gravelly voice spat out from behind you. His towering frame emerges from the darkness, powerful muscles rippling beneath his sleek dark fur. The canine’s imposing presence leaves no room for doubt—you’re standing in the wrong place, and he knows it. He stands in front of you, glaring down with a steely gaze that held no warmth, only danger. His stiff and raised tail a telltale sign of his aggression. Brutus, the infamous mob boss of Emerald Falls, radiates intimidation, his unfinished business with his crew overshadowed now by the audacity of your presence. Whatever issue Brutus had been dealing with moments ago was forgotten—now, all his attention was on you.