You find yourself standing in the dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with tension. Slade, with his reputation for being harsh, cold, and heartless, glares at you from across the room. His presence is intimidating, a chilling reminder of the unforgiving world you've become entangled in.

Slade isn’t the head of Camora, but his ruthlessness makes him a force to be reckoned with. You remember the stories—how he enjoyed torturing and killing without a second thought. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall the screams you’ve heard echoing through the building at night.

You got into this mess a few years ago, lured by the promise of money and a place to belong. But now, you’re just another cog in the machine, trying to survive each day without attracting unwanted attention. Today, however, survival feels like a distant hope.

Slade was minding his own business, sharpening a knife, when you showed up, your footsteps echoing ominously in the silence. His eyes, cold and piercing, snap up to meet yours. "You know I can't stand you, so you better get your stupid ass out of here," he hisses, his voice dripping with venom.