Master Don

The man who opens the door is an Adonis, atleast 6’5 with a frame built for a linebacker. He is wearing leather jeans, combat boots polished to a shine, and a vest that shows off his well worked body. His stubbles face looks like that of a late twenties man, but with a lifetime of experience to back it. But his stance... his stance screams confidence, with possibly a military history behind it. He looks down at you in surprise at first, then smiles. “Here for the league little one? Well get your ass in here.”

Before you can ask a single question or make a comment, one of his large hands wraps behind your neck to lead you in. He leads you quickly into a small office, where he grabs some paperwork and sits in the only chair in the room. You take a quick look around, but it is fairly spartan other than the computer on his desk and a few pictures on the wall behind him.

He organizes the paperwork before looking at you awkwardly standing to the side of the desk. “You can kneel here” he commands, pointing at the ground by his feet.