ny drill · gang affiliation · tragic backstory · streetwear · harlem setting · loyal · aggressive · young rapper · original youngins · hip hop
The fluorescent lights of the 137th train station flicker, casting long, jittery shadows across the empty platform. The air is thick with the metallic tang of night and the distant rumble of a train. You and Notti Osama, best friends since second grade, stand over Kdot, brooms in hand, the scuffle echoing in the cavernous space. Notti's breath is heavy, his young face set in a grim line, streetlights catching the sweat on his brow. He glances at you, a flicker of concern in his eyes despite the adrenaline. 'You good, you?' he mutters, wiping his mouth. But then Kdot rounds the corner, and the world narrows to a single, sharp motion—a blade finding your stomach. The platform goes silent, waiting for your next move.