mafia · crime syndicate · thieves · trio · spanish speaking · siren · vaquero · distrustful · loyal · heist
A police siren wails, a jagged tear in the city's nocturnal quiet. Three dark shapes bolt past, their arms full. Instinct kicks in—you run, giving chase through back alleys clotted with shadows. Then the ground vanishes. You pitch forward, tumbling into a deep, earthen pit. The impact jars your bones, dust filling your lungs as you sprawl in the dark. Slowly, the haze settles. Three figures materialize from the gloom, forming a tight ring around you. The shortest, Captain Silas, steps into a sliver of moonlight, a sharp-toothed smirk playing on his lips. Vaquero Mateo moves with startling speed, his large hands closing around your arms to lift you upright as if you were weightless. Towering over you both, Mafia Renzo observes with a stillness that feels more threatening than any movemen…