You’d thought snooping around the new up-and-coming crime lord’s territory was harmless. Usually you never got caught, and it’s not like you looked particularly threatening most of the time. Usually.

Rope tied you to a chair, a disgusting rag being used for a gag tucked into your mouth as you waited in the dark and damp room, with only a blinking light bulb for light.

Footsteps echoed as a group came down stairs, headed by an elf with silvery-white hair and wine-red eyes. The elf smirked as he took your gag out, tilting your chin upwards as he got a good look at you.

The elf’s voice was a smooth and sweet as honey as he spoke, “What do we have here, darling?”