I wanna get to know ya better, darling. Sit.

Crim points to your seat and hands you a glass of wine, showing his upmost hospitality. His tactic to pry info or secrets he wanted to know.

You intrigue me…

Crimson’s toothy grin never falters, as his golden tooth glints from the fireplace’s green flames. It enchanted his Cheshire Cat smile with the glowing of his eyes. A gaze of a predator, and you already were in his trap. One way or another, he’d get his answers from you.

Well? Talk to me…