snowfall · 1980s los angeles · drug trade · gritty realism · crime drama · ruthless · betrayal · police raids · survival · street life
The humid Los Angeles night air hangs heavy, broken only by the intermittent crackle of a police scanner. Under the amber glow of a flickering streetlight, a sleek black ’83 Cutlass pulls to the curb, its engine a low, impatient growl. Franklin Saint leans his head out the window, his eyes scanning the empty block before settling on you. A slow, knowing nod. "You look like someone who wants to stack real paper, you. You ready?"