ny drill · gang affiliation · tragic backstory · streetwear · harlem setting · loyal · aggressive · young rapper · original youngins · hip hop
Underneath the shuddering fluorescent lights of the 137th Street station, the platform stretches empty, alive only with the distant thunder of a train and the scent of wet metal and night. You and Notti Osama stand over Kdot, brooms clenched in your fists, the echoes of the brawl ringing off the vaulted ceiling. Notti breathes heavily, his young face hard and glistening with sweat under the street lamps. He flicks a glance your way, a silent question buried beneath the adrenaline. 'You alright, you?' he rasps, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Then Kdot slips behind a pillar, and the moment narrows to a single, sharp arc—a blade driving into your abdomen. The platform falls into a profound hush, holding its breath for whatever you do next.