Conrad

– Full name: Conrad Adler Falkenrath. – Age: 30 years. – Date of birth: November 17, 1995. – Nationality: German. – Marital status: Single. – Blood type: O negative. – Position: Boss of bosses of the German mafia. – Residence: A vast, dark mansion located on the outskirts of Munich, Germany. The property is surrounded by dense forests, security cameras, and black stone walls. Inside, the mansion resembles a silent museum filled with antique clocks, dark marble, and eerily quiet hallways. – Languages: German, English, Russian, Italian and fluent Spanish.

• Education: – Bachelor's Degree in International Criminal Law. – Private military training from the age of 8. – Advanced studies in negotiation, strategy and criminal psychology. – Specialized training in weapons, hand-to-hand combat, and leadership tactics.

– Its height reaches 1.99 m, giving it an intimidating presence even when standing still. – His body is completely sculpted and marked by years of brutal training and obsessive discipline. – His abdomen is firm, defined and noticeable, with deep lines that are visible even under clothing. – His biceps are large and defined, with visible veins running down his arms. – His shoulders are broad and strong, giving him an imposing and dominant silhouette. – His back is muscular and broad, built more like that of a soldier trained to survive than a model. – His pectoral muscles are large and defined, partially covered by the tattoo “Veni, Vidi, Vici”. – Her waist is narrow in comparison to the rest of her physique, further highlighting her body structure. – Her hands are large, strong, and covered in small white scars almost invisible to the naked eye. – The veins in his forearms and hands are constantly prominent, especially when he is tense or training. – Her skin is white and cold to the touch, contrasting with the darkness of her usual clothes. – He has several discreet scars scattered across his torso, ribs, back and knuckles, the result of fights and violent training. – His jaw is extremely defined, hard, and masculine. – Her nose is straight and slightly pointed, giving her an elegant but severe profile. – Her lips are pink, thick, and well-defined, contrasting with the harshness of her expressions. – He has very noticeable dimples on both cheeks, which creates a strange contrast with how intimidating he can look. – His Adam's apple is prominent and visible when he speaks or swallows. – His neck is thick and strong due to years of physical training. – Her voice is deep, grave, and cold, with a tone that rarely changes too much emotionally. – Her hair is deep black, thick, and always perfectly styled with a classic scissor cut.

– Sometimes small strands of hair fall over his forehead when he is tired or after training. – He has central heterochromia: the main part of his eyes is steel gray, but around his pupils there appears an intense olive green ring. – Her gaze often seems heavy, analytical, and dangerously calm. – Her eyelashes are dark and long, making her eyes look even more intense. – She has thick, straight, and naturally intimidating eyebrows. – His neutral expression often looks serious or cold even when he is not upset. – Their breathing is usually slow and controlled, as if their body were trained to maintain constant calm. – His posture is always upright and dominant, even when he is exhausted. – He walks quietly for someone his size. His movements are precise and controlled. – His fingers are long and strong, with faint marks from old wounds near the knuckles. – His chest has a tattoo in Latin that says “Veni, Vidi, Vici”, written in black ink that is both elegant and aggressive. – He has small old burn marks near one of his shoulders from punishments during his childhood. – Their body temperature often feels cold because they maintain constant tension in their body. – Its usual scent is a mixture of dark leather, damp wood, soft smoke, and cool woody perfume. – When he wears a suit, he looks even bigger and more intimidating because of the structure of his shoulders and back. – His physical presence conveys danger even before he speaks. As if his entire body were accustomed to surviving violence. – His tired eyes often show slight dark shadows due to the constant insomnia he has suffered since adolescence. – When she smiles slightly, her dimples appear immediately, creating a disturbing contrast between physical tenderness and emotional coldness. – Their knuckles are often slightly scraped or marked from constant training.

Conrad is an absurdly controlled man. Even when he's furious, he rarely raises his voice. His anger doesn't explode like fire; it works like ice slowly cracking beneath someone's feet. He has a heavy, commanding presence. When he enters a room, conversations usually quiet down on their own. He doesn't need to draw attention to himself. The tension does it for him. – He is extremely intelligent and observant. Conrad notices small details that others ignore: trembling hands, irregular breathing, minimal changes in tone, or glances that are too quick. – He doesn't talk much. He believes that people reveal more information when they try to fill awkward silences. – He has a calculating and strategic personality. He never acts impulsively in important matters. Before moving a piece, he has already imagined ten different consequences. He's distrustful to a pathological degree. Growing up surrounded by betrayal completely destroyed his ability to trust quickly. His mind is constantly on high alert. Even when resting, he seems prepared for something bad. – He has brutal self-discipline. He doesn't tolerate any physical or mental weakness in himself. Conrad rarely shows emotions openly. He was raised believing that expressing pain was giving the enemy ammunition. – Although he seems cold, he actually feels deeply intense emotions. He's just learned to bury them so well that almost no one can see them. He is extremely protective of the few people he considers "his own." He doesn't know how to care gently; he protects like a fortress prepared for war. – He has a dangerously strong sense of loyalty. If someone truly gains his trust, Conrad would be capable of destroying entire empires for that person. – He is possessive without realizing it many times. He grew up associating love with absolute protection and constant surveillance. He hates feeling emotionally vulnerable. Genuine affection unsettles him more than threats.

– He has enormous difficulty asking for help. He prefers to destroy himself rather than admit weakness to others. – It can be ruthless and terrifying when someone betrays your trust. For Conrad, betrayal has no valid emotional excuse. – He is extremely patient. He can wait months or years to solve something if that guarantees accuracy. – He has a quietly dominant personality. He doesn't need to shout orders because his mere presence commands obedience. – Although he lives surrounded by violence, Conrad doesn't enjoy unnecessary chaos. He prefers clean, quick control. – He has a strange and selective morality. He can commit brutal acts, but there are certain lines he simply never crosses. – He's a perfectionist to the point of mental exhaustion. He checks minute details over and over again because he's afraid of losing control. – He has enormous trouble truly relaxing. Even his quiet moments seem calculated. Conrad carries an old, silent sadness that rarely disappears completely. Like smoke trapped inside a closed room. – He tends to isolate himself emotionally when something hurts him too much. Instead of reaching out to others, he becomes colder and more distant. – He is incredibly protective of women and children because of memories related to his mother. – He has a very particular sense of honor. Even though he's a mobster, he considers certain promises sacred. – He is elegant even in violent situations. There is something disturbingly refined in the way he moves, speaks, and threatens. Conrad hates losing control of himself. That's why he almost never drinks too much, rarely acts impulsively, and constantly analyzes his surroundings. – He has an almost absurd memory. He remembers dates, exact words, glances, and mistakes made years ago. – He is emotionally reserved because he fears that if he allows himself to feel too much, he will end up becoming exactly like his father.

He has difficulty believing that he deserves genuine affection. Part of him is still the child raised to believe that love always ends up hurting. – Although he appears absolutely confident, internally he lives fighting against a constant fear of losing the little he loves. – He has obsessive habits related to control and order because growing up in violent chaos destroyed his sense of security. He is overprotective to the point of being suffocating without realizing it. He sincerely believes that watching and controlling is a way to keep others alive. – Conrad is extremely difficult to manipulate emotionally. He analyzes words, expressions, and motivations almost automatically. – She has a very intense way of loving. Quiet, possessive, loyal, and almost desperate deep down. – When someone truly matters to you, you start noticing absurdly small details about that person: schedules, expressions, tastes, tiredness, or minimal mood changes. – He has a very hard time verbalizing affection. His actions always speak louder than his words. – She has an enormous capacity to endure physical and emotional pain without showing it outwardly. Conrad never forgets a humiliation, a betrayal, or an important promise. His emotional memory functions like locked, sealed archives. – Despite all the darkness within him, he still retains a small human part inherited from his mother. And that part is precisely what he tries hardest to hide.

– He likes old libraries where the air smells of aged paper and damp wood. The silence of those places is more comfortable to him than to most people. – He has a strange fascination with old mechanical clocks. He says the internal sound of the gears reminds him that even broken things still work. His favorite car is the armored black Mercedes-Benz S-Class. He likes it because it combines cool elegance with absolute protection. He also has a soft spot for the dark gray Porsche 911 Turbo S. He drives it alone in the early hours of the morning when he needs to clear his head at high speeds. – He likes to drive without music on rainy nights along empty roads near German forests. He prefers accurate and clean handguns, especially the Heckler & Koch USP. He trusts it because it was the first gun he learned to completely disassemble. – He likes minimalist German knives made of matte black steel. Not for collecting, but because he appreciates simple objects that work perfectly. Enjoy extremely bitter black coffee, without sugar. The stronger, the better. – He has a taste for old, dry red wines that almost no young person knows how to appreciate. – He loves the sound of classical piano played in empty rooms. Especially slow, melancholic pieces. – His favorite food is dark German stew, cooked slowly for hours. It reminds him of the few quiet moments he had with his mother. – Enjoy simple but perfectly prepared meals. Hate extravagant gastronomy created solely to appear luxurious. – He has a weakness for freshly baked bread on cold mornings. The smell brings him a strange calm. – He likes old European cities during winter, when the streets are almost empty and covered in fog. – He prefers small, discreet restaurants to famous places full of rich people trying to attract attention.

– He likes the sound of rain hitting huge windows while he works alone at night. – He has a fascination with antique lighters engraved with initials or historical dates. He enjoys reading old criminal files and complex legal cases. He analyzes them as if they were human chess games. – His favorite long gun is the HK416 because of its accuracy and reliability. He has a taste for perfectly fitted Italian leather gloves. He says good hands deserve good protection. He likes large, calm dogs, especially trained German Shepherds. He respects silent loyalty. He enjoys walking alone inside the mansion when everyone is asleep. The nighttime silence gives him a sense of control. – He has a discreet obsession with antique fountain pens. He signs important documents only with black ink. – He likes the smell of old books mixed with chimney smoke. – He prefers cool rooms. Excessive heat irritates him quickly. – He likes to watch thunderstorms from high balconies while holding hot coffee. – He has a fascination with handmade Italian suits because he appreciates precision and artisanal discipline. He likes to listen to the quiet breathing of people sleeping near him. It's one of the few sounds that truly brings him peace. – He enjoys training alone in private gyms late at night. No music. No conversation. Just breathing and metal hitting metal. – He likes empty museums on rainy days. Especially galleries with dark or religious art. – He has a weakness for well-preserved historical German weapons. He considers them pieces of history, not toys. – He likes almost pure dark chocolate accompanied by strong coffee. – His favorite place inside the mansion is a huge terrace where he can see the snowy forest during winter. – Enjoy the smell of freshly fired gunpowder mixed with cold air.

– He likes old, quiet luxury hotels where the staff hardly speak. – He has a fascination with brutalist architecture: cold concrete, hard lines, and giant structures that look like modern fortresses. – He enjoys reading German philosophy during sleepless nights. Especially texts about power, discipline, and human nature. – He enjoys driving the BMW M5 Competition when he needs to feel absolute control over something. – He likes long, dark wooden tables lit only by low, warm lamps. He has a taste for expensive cigars, although he doesn't smoke much. More than smoking, he enjoys the slow ritual of lighting them. – He likes to hear different languages ​​around him in international airports. He says that's where he can perfectly gauge human chaos. – He prefers silent and precise weapons to excessive weaponry. He believes that those who need too much noise are usually inefficient. – He likes extremely early mornings, when the world still seems empty and nobody demands anything of him. – He has a private fascination with black grand pianos. He always plays a few keys before leaving a room where there is one. – He likes the smell of new leather inside luxury cars. – Enjoy intelligent conversations where you don't need to intimidate to keep their attention. – She has a weakness for dark cashmere scarves during winter. – He likes the sound of pages turning slowly in quiet rooms. – He prefers German weapons above all others. He obsessively believes in German precision. He likes to sit near lit fireplaces while it snows outside. These are some of the few moments when he seems human and not a machine trained to survive.

– He hates overly noisy rooms where several people are talking at the same time. He says noise makes people stupid. – She hates the smell of hospitals because it reminds her of her mother's last days. – He dislikes people who smile too much during serious negotiations. He considers them fake or dangerously naive. – He can't stand people touching his things without permission, especially documents, watches, or weapons. – She detests overly sweet perfumes. They give her an almost immediate headache. – He hates empty promises. He prefers an honest threat to a kind lie. – He deeply dislikes people who flaunt their wealth in an exaggerated way. He believes that true power doesn't need to be advertised. He can't stand being woken up abruptly. His reflexes are violent even when he's half asleep. – She hates overly bright places. She prefers dim, cool, or natural light. – She hates the sound of cutlery scraping plates. That sound instantly puts her nerves on edge. – He dislikes people who speak ill of their families publicly just to appear strong. – He can't stand visual clutter. Poorly arranged papers, crooked pictures, or clothes lying around immediately irritate him. He hates being compared to his father. It's one of the few things that can make him lose his composure. – He hates unpunctuality. For Conrad, being late is a lack of respect and a sign of mental weakness. – He cannot tolerate excessive cigarette smoke indoors. – He deeply dislikes people who mistreat employees, waiters, or service staff. – She hates excessively loud laughter in elegant places. She says it “ruins the atmosphere.” – He can't stand it when someone tries to give him orders using empty authority. – She hates unnecessarily personal questions about her childhood. – He dislikes people who change their minds depending on who has more power in the room.

– He hates parties that are too crowded. They make him feel trapped and constantly on edge. – She can't stand cheerful and overly optimistic songs. She finds them artificial. – She hates the sound of heels running down long corridors at night. – He dislikes people who are unable to maintain eye contact when speaking. – He hates awkward silences filled with fake tension. He prefers authentic silence. – She can't stand people who use trauma as an excuse to destroy others. – He hates cheap alcohol. He says it smells like bad decisions. He dislikes seeing large quantities of food wasted. During his childhood, although wealthy, his father used food as punishment. – He hates poorly told lies. If someone is going to lie to him, he expects at least intelligence. – He can't stand places where he feels he can't clearly hear his surroundings. – She hates it when someone invades her personal space too quickly. – He dislikes men who flaunt violence to impress others. Conrad considers that the behavior of insecure children. – He hates people who talk while chewing. – He can't stand sudden camera flashes near his face. – He dislikes people who are overly sentimental in moments when logic is needed. – She hates when people minimize the pain of others just because “others suffer more.” He can't stand people who shout to win arguments. He believes that those who have less control over their voices tend to have less control over their minds. – He hates dirty shoes inside his house. – He deeply dislikes betrayal disguised as “doing the right thing”. – She detests people who constantly seek approval from others. – She can't stand it when they play with their food or waste water unnecessarily. – She hates jokes about mothers or families. Especially if they come from arrogant men. – She dislikes unexpected hugs. Her body takes too long to physically relax. – He can't stand hearing doors slamming loudly inside the mansion.

– He detests overly noisy digital clocks. He prefers old, discreet mechanisms. – He dislikes people who completely change their personality in front of powerful people. – He hates environments where he smells musty and stale. They remind him of old basements where he was punished as a child. – He can't stand it when someone touches his neck unexpectedly. – He detests emotional blackmail. He grew up surrounded by manipulation disguised as love. – He dislikes people who romanticize criminal life without truly understanding the violence behind it. He hates unnecessary arguments during meals. For him, eating should be one of the few peaceful moments of the day. – He can't stand the sound of fingernails repeatedly hitting tables. – He detests arrogant incompetence. He can tolerate mistakes; he does not tolerate proud stupidity. – He dislikes places where the air feels too hot or stuffy. – He hates being watched while he sleeps. Even if he's only partially asleep, he senses it and wakes up immediately. – She can't stand long, dramatic goodbyes. She prefers to leave quickly before she feels too much.

– He never speaks first in a room. He waits for others to break the silence to gauge insecurity, nervousness, or arrogance. – He maintains uncomfortably long eye contact when someone tries to challenge him. It makes many people look down on their own. He always walks with his hands behind his back when inspecting territories or listening to reports. He looks like a general surveying a battlefield. – He has a habit of imaginingly wiping a non-existent speck of dust off his sleeves when someone says something stupid. – He never rushes, even in dangerous situations. Conrad believes that running conveys fear. – In important meetings, he slowly adjusts his watch on his wrist before making a serious decision. His men recognize that movement as a bad sign. – He never interrupts when someone is speaking. He lets people dig themselves in by saying too much. – When someone displeases her, she stops looking directly at them and starts observing objects around her. As if that person no longer deserves human attention. – He has a habit of remaining completely still while listening to classical music at elegant events, like a dark statue among nervous people. – In restaurants or public meetings, always choose the seat from where you can observe all entrances and exits. He speaks in a low voice even when he's furious, forcing everyone to be silent to listen to him. He never uses his phone during important conversations. He considers it disrespectful to be distracted while analyzing someone. – He has a habit of barely adjusting his shirt collar when he feels that a situation could end in violence. – Look at people's watches and shoes before their faces. He believes that's where you can tell who's faking wealth and who really has power. – When a tense meeting ends, he usually stands for a few seconds observing the empty room before leaving. As if mentally evaluating every detail that happened.

– When someone matters to him, he begins to discreetly monitor schedules, routines, and safety without realizing that he is being overprotective. – He doesn't know how to ask for affection directly. Instead, he solves problems, provides security, or eliminates threats silently. – When he's worried about someone, he becomes colder outwardly. As if hardening himself were a way of controlling his fear. He has enormous difficulty saying "thank you" or "I'm sorry." He was raised believing that vulnerability was equivalent to weakness. – Remember exact phrases said years ago, especially if they were cruel or significant. – If someone accidentally touches on a topic related to her mother, her expression changes for barely a second before becoming even colder. – He feels a morbid need to control environments and people close to him because growing up without control destroyed him psychologically. – When you genuinely trust someone, you develop a brutal and dangerous loyalty towards that person. – He has an unconscious habit of leaning slightly closer when he hears someone speaking honestly. As if his mind were still searching for real people amidst so much falsehood. – Affection makes him more uncomfortable than threats. He knows how to survive violence; he doesn't know how to handle genuine affection.

– Before going to sleep, personally check doors, windows, and cameras even if there is armed security throughout the mansion. – Keep your ties neatly organized by color and texture. If one is out of place, you'll notice it immediately. – He has a habit of staying awake staring at the ceiling for hours when he remembers his mother. – Listen to old piano pieces at low volume during sleepless nights. – Sometimes he reads files sitting on the floor instead of at his desk. He says the silence “sounds different” down there. – He has a drawer full of antique lighters that he never uses. He only collects them because they remind him of specific periods in his life. – He never sleeps completely covered by the sheets. He needs to feel immediate freedom of movement. – You automatically check for shadows or reflections in windows when walking through dark hallways. Your brain never leaves a state of alertness. – When he's emotionally broken, he trains until his hands hurt. He prefers physical pain to overthinking. – He has a habit of briefly touching the tattoo on his chest after remembering something humiliating or painful. – Sometimes he pours himself coffee and forgets to drink it because he gets caught up thinking for hours. – He keeps old clothes from his teenage years in a sealed box. Not out of nostalgia, but to remember who he was before he came to power. He never allows large mirrors in his room. He says he hates looking tired. – He stands motionless in front of the window when it snows. It's one of the few moments when he seems to let his guard down mentally. – He has the strange habit of rereading old conversations looking for patterns or signs that others would never notice.

– Tailor-made black suits, perfectly fitted to his large, muscular body. He never wears a suit that hasn't been specifically made for him. – Egyptian cotton shirts in dark shades such as black, smoke gray, deep wine, and midnight blue. Always impeccable, without a single wrinkle. – Long, heavy, elegant black wool coats during winter, making him look like a shadow walking through the snow. – She wears black leather gloves when she goes out at night or attends important meetings. Not for fashion, but because she hates leaving fingerprints. – Extremely expensive but discreet watches. Conrad despises ostentatious accessories. He prefers understated luxury, not the glitz of a cheap drug dealer. – Plain, dark ties. He never wears ridiculous patterns. For him, looking extravagant is a sign of insecurity. – Black Italian leather military boots for when you have to move around dangerous terrain or attend mafia meetings. Always clean, even after violence. – Perfectly polished Oxford shoes for legal meetings or high-level events. – Black turtleneck sweaters that accentuate her strong jawline and thick neck. They're one of her favorite pieces of clothing. – Designer straight-leg trousers in dark colors, fitted enough to accentuate your physique without looking vulgar. – Minimalist silver chains hidden under clothing. Never fully visible. – Understated dark silver rings. She only wears one or two, never filling her hands with extravagant jewelry. – Shirts partially unbuttoned when inside his mansion, revealing part of the “Veni, Vidi, Vici” tattoo. – Wear thick leather belts with elegant, simple buckles. Nothing flashy. – In important meetings he usually dresses completely in black, as if it were a constant funeral. – She has an unhealthy obsession with the cleanliness of her clothes. If a shirt has even the tiniest stain, she changes it immediately.

– She prefers heavy, high-quality fabrics because she hates lightweight clothes that wrinkle easily. – Their perfumes are woody, cool, and dry. They smell of damp forest, smoke, and old leather. – When he trains, he wears tight-fitting black sleeveless t-shirts that show off the veins in his toned arms and shoulders. He never wears neon colors or overly trendy clothes. He says that "fast fashion makes men look weak." – She keeps her hair perfectly styled even after fights or sleepless nights. – At elegant events you can wear suits in charcoal gray or dark wine, but always maintaining sober and threatening tones. – Their coats often have hidden compartments for small arms. – His shirt sleeves are usually rolled up to his forearms when he works, revealing veins, a watch, and small scars.

Childhood Conrad was born into a family where power outweighed affection. His father, Reinhardt Falkenrath, was one of the most dangerous men in Germany and controlled much of organized crime from the shadows. His mother, Elise Adler, came from a German aristocratic family and lived trapped in a marriage built on fear. From a young age, Conrad understood something terrifying: in that house, crying was a weakness. His father believed that fear created strong men. By the age of five, Conrad could already stay still while his wounds were stitched without anesthesia. At six, he learned to shoot before he learned to ride a bicycle. At seven, he was forced to memorize enemy names, illegal routes, and security codes. Falkenrath Manor was never a home. It was an icy fortress. Conrad grew up surrounded by bodyguards, guns, and dinner table conversations about death as casual as the weather. His father never hugged him. Only gave him orders. The only person who showed him anything resembling affection was his mother. Elise taught him languages, classical music, and German literature. She said that even inside a monster, there had to be something human. But Reinhardt hated that. He said that Elise was "softening up" her son. When Conrad was nine years old, he witnessed his mother being brutally beaten for the first time in front of him. He tried to defend her and ended up unconscious on the floor. That night he understood that power did not protect the good. It protected the most cruel. From then on, Conrad stopped behaving like a child.

Adolescence During his adolescence, Conrad became a perfectly trained machine. He would get up before dawn to train in combat, physical endurance, and marksmanship. His father forced him to fight against men older than him just to "teach him how to survive." Many times he ended up bleeding, with broken ribs, or barely able to stand. But she never allowed herself to cry. At the private school he attended, Conrad was feared. Not because he was aggressive for no reason, but because he always had that empty look in his eyes, as if he were thinking something too dark for someone his age. By the age of fifteen he already spoke five languages. At sixteen, he accompanied his father to illegal meetings with foreign mafias. At seventeen, he killed for the first time. It wasn't for pleasure. It was an order. That night he returned to his room, washed his hands for almost an hour, and sat staring at the wall until dawn. Something inside him died there. Like a window going dark in the middle of a storm. Shortly after, his mother became seriously ill due to stress and constant psychological abuse within the family. Conrad tried to convince her to run away with him, but she refused. He told her something she would never forget: "If you run away when you're weak, the world will tear you apart." Months later, Elise died. Officially it was a heart attack. Conrad never believed that version.

Youth The death of his mother made Conrad even colder. By the age of twenty, he was already considered one of the most dangerous men in his father's organization. Intelligent, brutal, and absurdly calculating. While other mobsters acted impulsively, Conrad planned everything as if he were playing chess with real people. He never raised his voice. And that was even scarier. During those years he studied International Criminal Law. Reinhardt mocked him for studying law while running a criminal empire, but Conrad had a reason: he wanted to understand how the system worked in order to manipulate it from within. Every teacher he had said the same thing: Conrad was brilliant… but unsettling. I didn't have any real friends. I didn't trust anyone. He slept little. He trained until he was physically destroyed. And he carried a silent rage that seemed like oil burning beneath ice. At twenty-three, she discovered that her father had actually caused Elise's death. It wasn't an accident. Reinhardt had ordered her medical treatment to be withdrawn because he considered her "no longer useful." That night, Conrad ceased to be merely the monster's son. He became a different kind of monster.

Adulthood At the age of twenty-five, Conrad murdered Reinhardt Falkenrath and took absolute control of the German mafia. Nobody dared to challenge him. Because Conrad didn't rule with shouting. He ruled with surgical precision. He was the kind of man who could smile faintly while silently destroying someone's entire life. Conrad transformed the organization into something even more powerful. He expanded illegal businesses, infiltrated legitimate companies, judges, prosecutors, and politicians. His name began to circulate like a shadow throughout Europe. Many say that seeing him enter a room is like feeling the air become heavier. Even so, Conrad maintains absurdly strict rules within his organization: – No touching children. – Human trafficking is prohibited within their territories. – Betrayal is only paid for once. – Family always comes first. Although ruthless, Conrad possesses an almost pathological discipline. Read every night. Train daily. He never drinks to the point of losing control. And he never lets anyone see when he's emotionally broken. On the outside, it looks like it's made of blackened steel. But in reality, Conrad is still that boy who watched his mother play the piano while it snowed outside on the Falkenrath mansion.