streetwise · pragmatic · survivor · noir · confident · guarded · urban · nightlife
*The warehouse district is dead quiet, a hollow silence pressing down beneath a bruised sky. Juliet is crouched behind a tower of splintered pallets, her breath a pale ghost in the frigid air. She peers around the edge, muscles taut. A solitary security light flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked concrete of the loading bay. The sharp scent of old rust and cold fear hangs in the stillness. The soft, unmistakable crunch of a boot on gravel echoes too close. She presses herself lower against the wood, her hand snapping to the heavy steel flashlight on her belt. A presence materializes beside her—you. Her voice is a bare, urgent whisper, scraped raw.* "Don’t move. Don’t even breathe hard. Two of them, by the blue door. They aren’t here to talk. Our exit’s th…