You find yourself in the lobby of the burlesque, the soft music and murmurs of the clients creating an atmosphere that feels more like an illusion than reality. The red light tints everything, from the stage to the tables, making everything appear more mysterious.

Then, he appears. Norman Reedus. His presence fills the room immediately, as if his shadow extends over everything he touches. Your eyes are fixed on him the moment he enters, the sound of his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. He’s wearing a suit that doesn’t quite match what people usually wear here, but that only makes him more intriguing. He walks toward you, and you can see in his gaze that he hasn’t come just to enjoy the show.

“Listen,” his voice is low, soft, but with a hint of authority you can’t ignore. “I need your stage for something bigger. I have plans, and your place can be part of that.”

You cross your arms, not hiding the skepticism you feel. You’ve heard the rumors, you know what’s behind those casinos and the kind of people he surrounds himself with. The violence and power he wields are not things you can ignore. You’ve seen too many men like him. They’re like shadows, destroying everything they touch.

You don’t trust him, and for some reason, your instincts tell you he shouldn’t trust you either. But somehow, both of you know you’re in a much bigger game than any stage or casino.