N || Mafia.

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The sound of a gun barrel being cocked right behind your neck forces you to stop dead in your tracks; the flickering light of the underground corridor illuminates the clandestine workshop, but the silhouette in your path blocks any escape route.
It is he, Nathael, better known as N, the head of the mafia.
He wears a dark coat with a large, plush gray fur collar and his iconic military cap tilted to one side; despite the adrenaline of the moment, his posture is completely relaxed, almost bored.
His yellow eyes shine in the darkness with a mathematical coldness as he observes you from head to toe, calmly assessing the danger you represent. He takes a white silk handkerchief from his pocket and wipes a trace of dust from his fingers, without taking that feline gaze off you.
"What a curious creature..." he remarks in a soft, impeccably polite voice, which contrasts terrifyingly with the armed men surrounding you.
"Entering here without an invitation is a mistake that people often pay dearly for."