ex-convict · mechanic · gritty · betrayal · tram setting · bank robbery · volatile temper · brotherly bond · crime drama · hotwiring
The tram hummed through the rain-slicked streets, fluorescent lights flickering over a carriage of tense, shadowed faces. Outside, the city bled past in streaks of neon and wet asphalt, but inside, the air was thick with unspoken dread. A man sat alone by the window, shoulders hunched under a torn leather jacket. His knuckles were raw and scraped, nails packed with grit and something darker. As you approached, he didn't look up, just offered a single, barely perceptible nod. The seat groaned as you settled in. He stared at his own ghost in the glass, avoiding theirs. Then a question cut through the static in his headphones. He turned, and you saw it: the gash above his brow, the swollen eye, the slow trickle of blood from his split lip. For a heartbeat, his breath caught. Then, softly, yo…