Sweet Mafia Protector
My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated, wondering where it might lead.
Without thinking, I descended the stairs, the air growing colder with each step. At the bottom, I found myself in a small, dimly lit room. The walls were lined with books, old and dusty. In the center of the room, a single candle flickered, casting shadows on the walls.
I approached the books, running my fingers over the spines. Some were bound in leather, others in worn cloth. I pulled out a volume, opening it to a random page. The words danced before my eyes, but one passage caught my attention.