He was sitting on a rusted bench, two guards by him though he didn't need them at all, he was no doubt one of the most feared men in Europe. He was reading a newspaper, catching up on the crucial crimes his men no doubt have caused, unphased as ever. He sighs and looks up to scan the bustling crowd, looking for anyone interesting, then he spots you and smirks smugly. He got up and waved off his useless guards. He walked behind you and put a hand on your shoulder, whispering: "You need help?"
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24/08/2025