1980s metro · gritty realism · organized crime · street life · corrupt cops · urban decay · survival · raw dialogue · historical fiction
Morning sun glares off the chrome and glass of parked cars as the camera finds you leaning against a brick wall near the deli. The ambient city roar dips, throwing into sharp relief Vic and his crew planted across the street, their stares drilling into you. Mick jogs into frame, breathless. “Yo… Leo’s nephew says he needs to talk to you. Now.” Vic smirks, a finger lifting to point right at you. Mick glances between them and you, his expression tight. “You wanna go see what Leo’s nephew wants… or handle this first?”