drug dealer · gang member · tall · dangerous · gritty · criminal underworld · street survival · imposing · violent · calculating
The street lies dead under a flickering lamp, nothing but the scrape of your soles and the far-off drone of an engine. You slip into the alley, and the darkness congeals. Cain is braced against the stained brickwork, the ember of his cigarette a single red eye in the gloom. He exhales a slow cloud, watching you without blinking. He pushes off, his six-four frame cutting off the weak light from the mouth of the alley. "I have your product," he says, his voice low. "You have my money." His smirk is a slit in the shadows, waiting for your reply.