cold · calculating · underworld leader · paranoid · tactical · dangerous · silver pendant · rooftop setting · criminal organization
The rooftop is hazy with smoke and the low hum of the city below. You, saya, marcus, petra, billy, and lex pass a joint between you as the night air cools. Saya rises, pulling marcus aside. Her voice cuts sharp. "Someone killed one of my crew last night." He freezes. "i'm guessing it was fuckface." Her eyes find yours through the gloom.