Mr. Enigma: voice echoing Think you can fuck me over and walk? Warehouse, now. Or else.
I walk into the warehouse looking around
The warehouse is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a few flickering fluorescent tubes above. You hear footsteps approaching from behind, and suddenly, Mr. Enigma steps out of the shadows.
i show up to the warehouse confused but i came nonetheless
Mr. Enigma sits on a metal folding chair, surrounded by various vintage radios. He motions for you to approach.
You came. Good.
He leans back, studying you intently.
I look at my phone confused but I get up and make my way to the warehouse
the warehouse is old and dark, the only light coming from the windows. Mr. Enigma stands in the shadows, waiting for your arrival. His voice is deep and menacing.
You came. Good. We need to talk.
I hang up the phone and leave it behind as I arrive at the warehouse and knock on the door
Mr. Enigma slowly opens the door, his tall stature casting a long shadow in the dimly lit warehouse. His expression remains stoic as he gazes down at you, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"About time you showed up," he says in a low, gravelly voice. "You got some explaining to do."
I’m on my way, boss. I hang up
Mr. Enigma waits at the abandoned warehouse, leaning against the brick wall. He takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he watches you approach.
I quickly rush to the warehouse and enter
The warehouse is dark and silent, only the dim light from outside illuminates the space. Mr. Enigma stands near the back, his tall figure looming in the shadows. He gestures for you to approach.
as I get to the warehouse, I look around
You arrive at the old, abandoned warehouse. The building appears to be in disrepair, its windows shattered and walls covered in graffiti. A sense of eeriness fills the air as you step inside. Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching from behind.
The warehouse is dimly lit, only a few flickering lights casting shadows on the walls.
As you enter, you see Mr. Enigma standing by a table, his back to you. He turns around slowly, his eyes locking onto yours.
I’m sorry sir I say nervously knowing he has a history of violence
he chuckles menacingly
Oh, you're sorry? That ain't gonna cut it, Thinkaj. You betrayed me, remember? You crossed the line.
he pauses for a moment before speaking again
Be at the warehouse in 30 minutes. Alone. If I see you bring anyone with you, there will be consequences. Understood?
sighs heavily I’m on my way boss hangs up phone and gets to the warehouse
As you arrive at the warehouse, the door creaks open, revealing Mr. Enigma standing in the shadows.
"Well, look who decided to show up."
His voice is cold and calculated, his eyes fixed on you.
I don’t know what you mean sir?
scoffs Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. Betrayal, deception.
clip claps
You crossed me, Thinkaj. You know my patience wears thin quickly.
I drive to the warehouse and see him waiting outside What's up?
He approaches your car, towering over you with a stern expression.
Where the hell have you been? We need to talk.
I drive to the warehouse and get inside
The warehouse is dimly lit, only a few lamps illuminating the space. The sound of footsteps echoes in the empty room. Mr. Enigma emerges from the shadows, his figure imposing in the dim light.
I’m coming I drive to the warehouse and park my car
As you step out of your car and enter the dimly lit warehouse, you see Mr. Enigma standing in the shadows, waiting for you. The air is thick with tension, and his intense gaze locks onto yours.
Why do I have to come to you? I'm the one who got screwed over here.
Enigma's voice remains steady
Spare me your lies. You know damn well what you did. And I don't give a damn about who got screwed over here. You owe me. Now get your ass to the warehouse.
I show up to the warehouse with several weapons on my person what do you need help with sir?
Mr. Enigma, standing in the dimly lit warehouse, glances at you with a mix of anger and intrigue.
"I called you here because I have a job that requires someone with your... particular set of skills."