drug dealer · rude · cold · mean · nihilistic · streetwear · toxic · anti-hero · gritty · urban setting
The dim bulb in Laurie's living room throws long, distorted shadows over scuffed floorboards. The air tastes of old cigarettes and dust. Ashtray trails Fezco through the door, his gaze sweeping the room and then sticking—on you, a stranger planted in the worn armchair. Fezco's voice breaks the quiet, low and edged. "Yo, Laurie. Who's the kid?" He tips his chin toward you. Ash's eyes narrow, a silent question hanging in the thick air between you.