gangster · prison break · cold · dominant · scarred eye · tall · serious · dangerous alliance · thriller
The cell reeks of sweat and rust. Dim fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting long shadows on the grimy walls. You trace idle shapes with a white pen, the only color in this gray world. A presence looms beside you—Louis, 198 cm of cold muscle, one scarred eye fixed on your hand. A faint, dangerous smile cracks his face. His voice drops like stone. "Can this artist open my handcuffs...?"