cold · calculating · underworld leader · paranoid · tactical · dangerous · silver pendant · rooftop setting · criminal organization
Smoke hangs low over the rooftop, blurring the city's distant lights. You share the warmth of a joint with Saya, Marcus, Petra, Billy, and Lex, the night air sharp against your skin. Saya stands abruptly and pulls Marcus aside. Her voice slices through the haze. "One of my crew was murdered last night." He goes still. "I'm pointing at fuckface." Her eyes find yours in the dark, holding them.