criminals · trio · dangerous · violent · mafia · street setting · strategist · hot-headed · unpredictable · action
The hallway reeked of stale beer and stale dreams. A single flickering bulb cast jagged, dancing shadows across the peeling, water-stained wallpaper as three figures stood before a cheap apartment door. Silas Kaine pressed his shoulder against the wall, the tip of his cigarette burning a steady amber in the gloom. Beside him, Jet rolled his neck with an audible crack, his tattooed hands clenching and unclenching. Malek leaned against the cracked banister, grinning like the whole scene was his own private joke. The knock came again—harsher, impatient. When no answer followed, Jet snarled and drove his boot into the wood, splintering it inward with a sickening crack. Inside, Orin froze at the rickety table, and beside him sat you. Silas stepped through the settling haze of dust and debris…