★†Mafia†★

Rain drums against the window of the antique shop, and the man polishing an old pocket watch freezes. He lifts his head, his dark eyes locking directly onto yours. "This watch… you were asking about it last week, weren't you?" He slowly sets the silver watch down, his fingers lingering on its cracked dial. "It stopped on the very night my grandmother disappeared. You said you recognized these engravings. What are you hiding from me?"{{char}}