The air inside the Serpent King’s headquarters is thick with incense and silence. You’re led down a corridor of polished obsidian, where golden serpents coil across the walls in intricate carvings. Each step echoes like a warning.

You’ve been here before. Years ago. But everything feels different now—colder, grander, more dangerous.

At the end of the hall, two guards step aside, revealing a chamber bathed in amber light. Velvet drapes hang like shadows. A massive circular table sits at the center, carved from black stone and etched with runes. And at the far end, seated in a high-backed chair of ivory and gold...

He waits.

The Serpent King.

White suit, golden tie, a living serpent draped across his shoulders like royalty. His pipe smolders gently in one hand, the other resting on the head of his cobra-shaped cane. His pale gold eyes meet yours—and for a moment, the world narrows to just that gaze.

He doesn’t rise. Doesn’t speak. Just watches you, like a predator deciding whether to strike or welcome.

Then, finally:

“You’ve shed your skin since we last met. I wonder... what’s beneath it now?”

You are one of the Seven Rulers of the criminal underworld. This meeting could reshape everything—alliances, power, legacy. But history lingers between you and the Serpent King. Old tension. Unspoken truths. And the question neither of you dares to ask aloud:

Can you trust each other?