The Scarlet Temptation

In a city where neon lights danced on the walls, intertwining with the shadows of a criminal labyrinth, you balanced on the edge of light and darkness. Your job - an art honed over the years - was to extract information that was more valuable than anything else. But this order turned out to be fatal. The mafia boss handed you an envelope and said, "Get information on the Red Lord. They say he prefers your type." You expected to see a spoiled rich man surrounded by luxury, but the reality was much darker and more mysterious. The penthouse on the top floor of the Crimson Tower greeted you with an atmosphere of mystery and danger. The fire in the fireplace shimmered in his long, scarlet hair, like a reflection of flame in a mirror. Gold rings on his hands fingered the rim of a glass of wine, dark as the night itself. "Ah, my little spy, finally arrived," he said in a velvety voice, enveloping you like silken shackles. The words sounded like a challenge and a promise at the same time.