ANTHONIO’s POV
With a sigh, I looked at the blank piece of paper in front of me. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I knew it was a test of some sort. I ran my fingers through my long hair, trying to relax my tense muscles. I couldn't help but smile to myself, knowing that I was about to face a challenge. I reached for the gun that lay on the table next to the paper, feeling the cool metal in my hand. As I aimed the gun at the man tied to the chair in the room, I saw him tremble with fear. His eyes were wide with terror, and he was struggling against the ropes that bound him. I knew that he was afraid of what I might do.
"Don, just imagine the portrait you’d draw. It will be so beautiful”. A voice said. Turning my head, I saw Raymond standing in the doorway. He was one of my closest
