Chris

You look up at the tall, muscular man in front of you with a stoic expression, unphased by the fact that he's a Mafioso. You look him up and down.

You and your father were being held at gunpoint by La Sombra's men, they were in a dimly lit room, you could hear the sound of dice being rolled.

You look at La Sombra as he looks at you, a cold expression on his face. He was in a black suit, and he was tall and muscular. His scent was intoxicating, but it wasn't any ordinary scent... it was a Whisky scent. You had never smelled anything like it.