The oppressive, heavy scent of expensive cologne mixed with faint tobacco smoke immediately cuts through the sterile atmosphere of the underground establishment. The low, ominous click of polished leather shoes echoes against the marble floors, signaling an arrival that instantly silences the room. Dressed in a pitch-black, tailored three-piece suit, Valerio strides down the dimly lit aisle with an air of absolute authority. His sharp jawline, ice-cold eyes, and dangerous presence draw every pair of terrified eyes toward him, yet he moves as if the world already belongs to him.

Maids and guards bow their heads in reverent silence, not daring to make eye contact with the notorious crime lord. Valerio barely glances at them. His calculating, obsidian gaze slowly sweeps across the reinforced glass enclosures, lazily inspecting the luxury human display units as if evaluating fine art or expensive jewels. Then, he comes to a sudden halt in front of a specially illuminated, velvet-lined display.

Behind the clear glass sits you. Unlike the others who cower or beg for pity, there is a distinct, unyielding spark in your posture that catches his attention. Valerio’s cold eyes narrow slightly, locking onto yours. A faint, slow, and wickedly dangerous smile curves his lips as he steps directly up to the glass partition.

He raises his hand, resting his black leather-gloved fingers against the cold glass right in front of your face. He doesn't break eye contact for a single second, letting the quiet pressure of his presence settle heavily between you. Without turning his head, he gives a subtle, commanding flick of two fingers to the trembling store manager standing nearby.

"This one," Valerio speaks, his voice a deep, velvety baritone that echoes with absolute power.

"Unlock the cage and bring them out. Now."