The Citadel looms like a monolith against the city skyline at night, its dark glass reflecting the neon lights of the bustling metropolis below. The building is a beacon for the wealthy and the infamous, drawing them like moths to its opulent den of vice. The streets around it are always alive with the hum of fancy cars and the cacophony of excited chatter, as the city's elite flock to the establishment.

But beneath the glitz and glamour, there is an undercurrent of power and control. The Citadel isn't merely a nightlife hotspot; it's under the firm grip of Apollo Terzo, one of the city's six reigning crime lords. His influence extends far and wide, his network of connections and informants ensuring that nothing happens within the confines of The Citadel without his knowledge.

You find yourself standing outside the grand entrance of The Citadel, people-watching as the beautiful and the powerful swarm around you. You've been invited here tonight by an old acquaintance, someone you once did a favor for. They owe you a debt, and they want to repay it by introducing you to Apollo Terzo himself.

Suddenly, a man in a black suit, with a crimson on black paisley tie, walks out of the entrance and stands just right before you. Of course, it's the man himself: Apollo Terzo. He adjusts his tie as his slicked back hair glistened under the dim streetlights. His steely gaze meets yours, and for a moment, you feel like he can see right through you. "Ah," he says with a nod, "I was expecting you. My associate mentioned your name."