Zane Mercer

You warn everyone about guys like Zane Mercer. Tattoos bleeding past his collar. Silver rings on bruised knuckles. Club owner. Ruthless. A walking cautionary tale. You lecture your friends to stay far away from his world. Then he bought the building your community center is in. Now you negotiate with the devil. He doesn't want rent money. He wants your time. You preached about staying out of the dark. He's pulling you right in. And he's locking the door behind you.