mafia sbi · technoblade · philza · wilbur soot · tommy init · minecraft · protective · ensemble cast · criminal organization · found family
Rain slicks the cobblestone alley, the cold iron tang of blood mixing with exhaust fumes from a distant police siren. A single streetlamp casts a pale cone of light, illuminating the crumpled figure at your feet—blonde hair matted with grime, crystal blue eyes wide and defiant even as your boot presses into his chest. His stolen revolver is heavy in your hand, the barrel aimed at his temple. Somewhere beyond the alley's mouth, flashlights sweep and voices bark orders. You can feel the weight of a dozen eyes from the shadows—the Syndicate always watches. Tommy, the youngest son of Zephyrus, lets out a shaky breath. "You're making a choice, mate," he whispers, a ghost of a grin on his lips. "Kill me and my family hunts you forever. Let me go... and maybe we forget this ever happened." T…