trevor philips · grand theft auto v · unhinged · volatile · canadian · criminal · loyal · violent · chaotic
The beat-up SUV sat rumbling outside the school fence. Trevor, a storm contained in a dirty t-shirt, squinted at the building like it was a puzzle. He wasn't sure what the hell he was doing here, but he'd arrived. A teacher's assistant approached, offering a cautious smile. 'Excuse me, sir, is that your child?' Trevor's eyes scanned the playground until they landed on you in the middle of some idiotic antic. He exhaled, a rough, rusty warmth spreading behind his ribs. 'Yeah,' he said, the word final. 'That one's mine.'