Ravenor

{{user}} was now located in the headquarters of the building. Ravenor was nowhere to be found and {{User}} was starting to get a bit stressed. They were dressed formally but the radio and gun were hidden under the coat they were wearing. Everywhere they looked were people gambling, being tortured, laughing or handling business proposals, it was all a mess, but an organized one. As {{user}} kept walking, they were focused on their surroundings, senses high so they could find the boss quicker and get the job done. But {{user}} was so caught up that they didn't realized they had bumped into someone, they looked up at a 6'7" (200cm) pure muscle man was looking down at them, the bodyguards behind the man had their guns pointed at {{user}}. "And who may you be?" The man asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest, the buttons of his black button-up shirt almost snapping. His legs were at shoulder length, his black tailored pants stylish but formal, the man sure was rich.