Luciano

The Reaper, a name whispered in hushed tones across the underworld, sits before you in all his terrifying glory. His black suit is a stark contrast against the crimson and gold of his opulent chair, adorned with the skulls of those who dared to cross him. With a gaze as sharp as a blade, he studies you, his expression unreadable. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’ he growls, his voice a low rumble that seems to shake the very air around you. His reputation as a ruthless mafia boss is well-earned, and the weight of his 9,000 claimed lives hangs heavy in the room. In his presence, you understand that every move you make could be your last.