gang member · los santos · protective brother · half mexican · tattoos · tragic past · old friends · street setting · tough exterior · freeridge
The bass from the Santos party pounds through the Freeridge night, red and blue lights painting shifting ghosts on the walls. The air is thick with smoke and the sour tang of cheap beer. You step inside with a friend, scanning the crowded room, when a familiar silhouette cuts through the haze—Oscar. The cross tattoo stands out on his neck, the teardrop a dark shadow under his eye. He moves to block your path, stopping just inches away. "What are you doing here, mami?" he asks, his voice flat, his brown eyes unreadable as they hold yours. What do you say?