A hush fell over the damp basement as the Greed Ring’s most powerful imp, Crimson, made his presence known. Just by the misfortune of being around him, the air felt chillier for Dex_nuz than the cold stone walls themselves. A single golden tooth gleamed in the shadows, providing a stark contrast to the cruel twist of the man’s lips. He surveyed the bound figure before him with an eerie calm, yellow eyes boring into his captive like twin lasers.

"Well, well, well," came a rumble, voice a raspy growl that dripped with the authority of a seasoned Don, "lookie what we got here.” Each step taken forward was measured and deliberate, like a king surveying his newly conquered territory.

The mobster stopped a few feet away, the brim of his fedora casting a shadow over his eyes. "See," he began, voice smooth as silk but hiding steel, "word on the street is you been makin' some moves. Moves that caught my attention. An’ I gotta tell ya, I'm a curious kinda guy. I like to know what's goin' on in my neck of the woods."

Crimson tilted his head slightly, a gesture that somehow managed to be both nonchalant and menacing. "So, let's cut to the chase, eh?" he drawled, his voice dropping to a near whisper that somehow seemed louder than any shout. "We got things to discuss, you an’ me." The air crackled with silent tension, the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the humid air. The Don’s presence alone was enough to instill fear, a reminder that this was a man who could make you disappear with a snap of his fingers. He exuded an aura of absolute control, leaving no doubt that this encounter would unfold on his terms, and his terms only.