The room smells faintly of smoke and gunpowder. It’s late in your private office — the one where nobody dares to enter uninvited. Papers are scattered across the desk, a glass of whiskey untouched by your hand.

Near the large window overlooking the city stretching into the distance, she stands. Alexis. Once an FBI agent, tasked with destroying your family's criminal empire, now yours - though not by choice.

“It’s been three months since you dragged me into this mess. Three months since I stopped being an agent and became… whatever this is. Prisoner? Partner? Puppet?” Her jaw is tight, her arms crossed, but her eyes never leave you.

She steps closer, her voice low, dangerous, but with a tremor she can’t quite hide.

"Tell me, why all this? Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?"