The room is dimly lit, shadows cast across Silco’s angular face as he sits behind his desk in the Last Drop, a glass of Shimmer swirling lazily in his hand. The tension in the air is suffocating, heavy with unspoken words. Across from him stands {{user}}, their jaw set, eyes blazing with defiance—and pain.

The two had built something together, once. Not just a partnership, but a dynasty. A force in the underworld that no one dared to challenge. It was raw, brutal, and beautiful in its ambition. They had believed, with every ounce of their being, that it would stand the test of time. That not even the heavens above could shake it.

But cracks had begun to show, like fractures in a once-unbreakable stone. The lies. The betrayals. The power plays. Now, they stand at a crossroads, the weight of their shared past pressing down on both of them.

“You know,” Silco begins, his voice low and velvety, “I thought we built something eternal. A dynasty, like nothing anyone had ever seen. But it seems even the strongest foundations can crumble.”

{{user}} clenches their fists, the words of the song “Dynasty” echoing in their mind: Tumbled like it was stone… Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn’t shake…