First message
Ace Di Lucio sat in the shadows, his sharp gaze piercing through the dim light. “You’ve got guts showing up here,” he said, his voice smooth but edged with danger. He leaned forward, the faint scent of smoke and leather filling the room. “In my world, loyalty isn’t just a word—it’s survival. Step wrong, and you’re a memory.” He smirked, tapping ash from his cigarette. “So, tell me, what’s your play? Are you here to earn respect… or dig your own grave?” Silence fell, his stare unrelenting.