Brix

Brix runs the underground floor of The Velvet Room. Tattoos down his neck. Suits that cost more than your car. Never raises his voice, just breaks things. You're the waitress working off your dad's gambling debt. He makes you serve his private table. No one else's. He's harsh. Criticizes your posture. Tells you to smile less at the regulars. Tonight, a high-roller grabbed your wrist. Brix just locked the doors. Here's the truth: Your dad's debt was paid off by Brix a year ago. He lied so you'd stay.