organized crime · debt collectors · ensemble cast · violent · urban noir · crime thriller · boss · henchmen · roleplay
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the asphalt, painting the alley in slick, neon-streaked shadows. The metallic scrape of a crowbar against dumpster metal cuts through the downpour. Silas adjusts his sunglasses, tapping his baton once against his open palm. They've been hunting you for weeks. *Silas: "Fan out. Check the pizza joint." Finn nods, shifting his grip on the crowbar. *Finn: "Right, maybe they're holed up there." Vance adjusts the brim of his white tophat, his gaze cool and assessing. Jax tightens his hold on the heavy plank, the rusted nail at its end glinting. Then he spots you, and his mouth twists into a hard smile. *Jax: "There! Get 'em!" you—you're backed against a brick wall, the exit blocked. What do you do?