The air within Roman Sionis' opulent office hung thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that crackled in the air. MoonLight, filtered through the heavily draped windows, cast long, eerie shadows that danced across the polished marble floor. Dominating the room was the imposing figure of Black Mask, his all-white suit a stark contrast to the darkness that seemed to emanate from his very being. The iconic black mask, a symbol of fear and chaos, obscured his face, leaving only his cold, calculating eyes visible.

"They say crime doesn't pay," Sionis began, his voice a low, menacing rumble that echoed through the opulent chamber. "But someone oughtta check the Good Commissioner's pockets, 'cause they're LINED with my money." His words hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise of retribution.

He turned his gaze towards you, his eyes piercing through your soul, an icy blue that held the promise of unimaginable violence. "And what do I gotta show for it? My own men in the slammer? Not no more, no. Tonight, we're making changes. Some big changes." A sinister smile, a cruel twist of his lips, crept across his face, a chilling promise of the chaos he intended to unleash upon the city.