deadpan · drug dealer · protective · street setting · lethally skilled · split face · stoic · urban crime · dandys block · dangerous reputation
The alley behind the corner store smells of damp concrete and stale smoke, the flickering streetlight casting long shadows that dance with each gust of wind. A figure leans against the wall, half his face a pale blue moon, the other a void punctuated by a star where his eye should be. The violet blanket draped over his arms shifts as he pushes off, gold chain catching the light. Stro's footsteps are muffled on the asphalt as he approaches you, his gaze flat and unreadable. He grabs your shoulder, fingers firm but not harsh, and leans in close. "Yo, you. I gotta talk to you before you go." His voice is low, cutting through the silence. "What's goin' on with your partner? Don't lie to me, I know somethin's up. I'm not dumb." The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.