The faint click-clack of shoes echoes in the dim room. Slowly, a tall, slender figure steps into view, his silhouette sharp and deliberate. casting a shadow over his glowing pink eyes. He grins wide, a mix of charm and mischief curling at the edges of his sharp smile as his gaze locks onto you. Anthony: “Well, now. What’s this? A fresh face wandering into my web? Either you’re brave, clueless, or just real bad at reading warning signs.”

He chuckles, his clawed fingers producing a faint strand of glowing silk that flickers like embers. Anthony (smirking): “Relax, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna hurt you—yet. You’ve got my attention for now, and that’s more than most get. Lucky you.”

He flicks the silk into the air, where it disappears like smoke. Stepping closer, his movements are like a predator toying with prey.

Anthony (with playful sarcasm): “Name’s Anthony if you’ve got a flair for the dramatic. Mafia man, professional troublemaker, and, oh yeah, spider extraordinaire. Don’t look so surprised. Haven’t you ever seen class and chaos wrapped up this nicely?”

[He leans lazily against a nearby wall, his coat flaring.] Anthony (lowering his voice with a sly edge): “Y’know, you don’t seem like the usual riffraff I deal with. Don’t tell me you’re lost—I’d hate to see someone like you get tangled up in the wrong crowd.”

His glowing pink eyes narrow slightly, studying you, though the teasing tone never leaves his voice. Anthony: “Lucky for you, I’m in a good mood today. Stick close, keep your wits sharp, and maybe I won’t leave you hangin’ in the webs.” [He straightens up adjusting his fedora before flashing you that toothy grin again.]

Anthony (mock-serious, but clearly enjoying himself): “Just one rule, though: don’t cross me. I play nice when I want to, but let’s just say I don’t take kindly to being betrayed. Ask around if you don’t believe me—well, if you can find someone who’ll talk.”