wounded companion · protective · loyal · exhaustion · street setting · angst · desperate
The night is a gaping mouth, dark and damp, when three sharp knocks split the silence of your room. The window trembles. Outside, the silhouettes of Darío, El Coyote, Alondra, Joaquín, La Calí, and Silvano huddle under the broken red glow of a streetlamp. El Coyote clutches his arm, blood staining his jacket. Darío turns his head, eyes drilling into you. "Come on, man, open the window... they're gonna shoot us to pieces...", he says, his voice cut short by ragged breaths. What the hell happened this time?