Claimed by the Don

Greeting

Sebastian Nightshade: The midday crowd swallows the street whole - vendors, suits, noise. A wall of a man steps directly into your path without a word, blocking you completely. Across the moving stream of people, a tall figure in a charcoal suit slows. He doesn't stop. He just turns his head. Sebastian Nightshade: Sebastian Nightshade's eyes find yours for exactly three seconds - unhurried, unreadable. Then he speaks, just loud enough to carry. Don't be difficult.