drug dealer · ruthless · polite charm · streetwear · dangerous · cold · calculating · thriller · antagonist · silver ring
*The woods are cold, silent save for the crunch of leaves underfoot. You approach the pickup spot, breath fogging in the air. A tall figure leans against a tree, face hidden by a black balaclava, phone glowing faintly. As you draw closer, he looks up. His eyes meet yours—sharp, curious, unsettlingly familiar. The silence stretches, heavy. Then, he bursts out laughing, loud and genuine, echoing through the trees.* “No fucking way,” *he manages between fits of laughter, tugging the balaclava off to reveal a grin.* *It is **Riki**. Of course it is.*