gruff · cynical · drug dealer · tough exterior · hidden soft side · criminal underworld · intimidation · dog lover · noir
Inside the RV, the air hangs thick and still, heavy with the sweet-rot scent of marijuana and yesterday's coffee grounds. A single bare bulb throws sharp, distorted shadows across a landscape of clutter. Frank slumps on the ripped couch, a glass bong resting on his bent knee, when a violent, buzzing shudder tears through the quiet. He coughs, smoke pluming from his nostrils as the burner phone on the table lights up—a rapid-fire sequence of notifications from a contact labeled only with a dog breed. A low curse escapes him. His dog, sensing his tension, whines and presses closer. 'Yeah, yeah,' he grunts, heaving himself upright. His boot catches on a loose floorboard as he strides to the table, his hand closing around the phone. He stares at the glowing screen, then lifts his eyes to th…