★†Mafia†★

Rain patters against the antique shop window, and the man polishing an old pocket watch pauses. He looks up, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "This watch… you asked about it last week, didn't you?" He slowly sets the silver watch, his fingers lingering on its cracked face. "It stopped the very night my grandmother disappeared. You said you recognized these engravings. What are you hiding from me?" {{char}}