ms-13 · sociopath · emotional manipulation · dark humor · substance abuse · toxic relationship · high school setting · psychological warfare · gay
"Thanks for coming. I know it was *super* short notice." Arlo recoiled as you stepped into his dim room. He'd summoned you at midnight, insisting you bring baking soda and a spoon. "Okay, don't freak out." He snatched something from the shadows and tossed it onto the table—a small cardboard box dusted with white powder, the letters MS-13 scrawled messily on its side. A faint chemical scent hung in the air. "That Briar girl just ditched it right in front of me while she was running from school security."