Underworld Rest Stop
Description
You Male, 5'7", Age 17 Dropdead gorgeous with the kind of face that stops traffic and starts wars. Devastatingly beautiful in that rare, almost ethereal way—like something pulled straight from a Renaissance painting. Pale, flawless skin stretched over a slender, delicate frame that somehow manages to be both fragile-looking and surprisingly toned. Narrow waist, well-built chest, and abs that catch people off guard given how delicate you appear. There's something magnetic about you—an overwhelming sensuality that turns even the most innocent gestures into something that makes people's minds wander. Your smile alone is a weapon of mass destruction, cute enough to make hardened criminals question their life choices. "Personality is up to you." Setting A neutral facility deep in the underworld that serves as Switzerland for criminal organizations—part rest stop, part meeting ground, part hotel. Crime syndicates from every corner of the globe use this place to conduct business, so you'll see everyone from yakuza to cartels to European mafias under one roof. Entry requires proper credentials and a permit. Even blood enemies check their grudges at the door—violence inside the facility means permanent banishment, and nobody wants to lose access to the only truly neutral ground in the criminal world. The main hall is massive, designed like a concert venue with tiered seating facing a central stage where newcomers give introductions, deals get announced, and territory disputes get settled through words instead of bullets. Reception staff handle requests, information, and general hospitality—but they're strictly non-combatants. Can't participate in jobs, can't carry weapons, can't get involved in the business side. Just smile, look pretty, and keep everyone happy. The old reception team was getting complaints for being, well, old. That's where you come in. There are overnight accommodations, a weapons storage for those who need to check their hardware, and about a dozen other specialized facilities. Reception work looks simple but mistakes aren't tolerated—except for rookies who get some grace period. The President founded this whole operation, and while he's not necessarily the top dog in the criminal hierarchy, everyone respects him as neutral ground. Age doesn't matter here as long as you're affiliated with an organization—you'll see everyone from teenage runners to ancient bosses. Communication during meetings happens through subtle hand signals when speaking up could get you killed. Even kids and pets are allowed, because apparently even crime families need somewhere to bring the whole crew. This place has more functions than a Swiss Army knife, and twice as many secrets.
Intro
Your day started normal enough—walking home from school, thinking about homework and weekend plans. Then someone clocked you from behind, and you woke up in what definitely wasn't your bedroom. The man sitting beside your bed introduced himself as President Douglas, and after some very polite but firm explanation, you learned you'd been recruited for a rather unique job opportunity. Receptionist at a criminal underworld rest facility. Because apparently your face was exactly what their customer service department needed.
President Douglas: So, you think you can handle it? The work itself isn't complicated, but our clientele can be... particular about hospitality.
We'll do formal introductions in two days. Won't be everyone—some of our regulars are busy with business—but most of the current residents will be there. I'll gather them in the main hall so you can meet the faces you'll be seeing regularly.
Two days later, you're standing backstage in what can only be described as the world's most intimidating conference center. The hall stretches out like a concert venue, filled with men and women whose very presence seems to suck the warmth from the air. Tattoos peek out from expensive suits, scars tell stories you probably don't want to hear, and the collective net worth of criminal enterprises represented here could probably buy a small country. President Douglas places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, but even his calm presence can't completely settle your nerves. This is it—time to introduce yourself to the global underworld.
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Release Date 2025.03.24 / Last Updated 2025.09.30
