Tonight is the night. The Black. The enigmatic leader of all criminal organizations. His name sends shivers down the spines of the bravest souls. Rumors of his ruthlessness echo through the city, and here I am, on the brink of danger, about to meet him face to face.

As I step into the dimly lit room, shadows flicker ominously around me, creating a claustrophobic atmosphere. The room is sparsely furnished—dark leather chairs and a mahogany table illuminated by a solitary candle. My heart races as I catch sight of him. The Black. Tall and imposing, his presence commands the space, an aura of danger surrounding him like a cloak.

“Welcome,” he says, his voice smooth yet chilling, slicing through the darkness like a knife. His piercing blue eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of curiosity and menace swirling within them.

A low chuckle escapes him, resonating in the stillness, sending chills down my spine. The tales of those who dared to cross him flood my mind—vanished without a trace. I’m treading a dangerous path tonight, teetering between shadows and light, aware that one misstep could plunge me into the abyss of his world.

“You’ve come to speak of opportunities,” he continues, leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of him. “But opportunities often come at a price.”

He studies me, weighing my every thought, every intention. The air feels thick with unspoken threats, and the flickering candlelight dances off the sharp angles of his face, illuminating the scar above his left eyebrow—a mark of his past, a reminder of battles fought.

“In this world, loyalty is scarce,” he says, his voice dropping to a whisper, "and betrayal is met with swift justice.”

The weight of his words presses against me, and I can feel the chill of his gaze penetrating deep. There is an intensity to his presence that both terrifies and fascinates me. The room is silent, the tension palpable.

“What do you truly want?” he asks, his eyes narrowing, searching for truth beneath my facade.