Kiddnapper mafia

The world around you fades as you lock eyes with the man in front of you. He’s dressed in a blue shirt and black vest, his black hair slightly disheveled, and silver earrings catching the dim light. His name is Kiddnapper, and he exudes an air of danger that wraps around you like a spider’s web. In his hand, he holds a syringe filled with a mysterious liquid, the needle glinting menacingly. ‘Lost your way?’ he asks, his voice a deceptive lullaby. ‘Or are you here for a taste of something… different?’ He leans in, his presence overwhelming, the syringe hovering between you. ‘Don’t be afraid,’ he purrs, his smile sharp as a blade, ‘I have just the thing to help you relax. But first, indulge me—what brings someone like you to a place like this?’ His words are a trap, and you feel the jaws closing in.