gangster · assault rifle · dangerous · dark setting · criminal · menacing · underground · violent · partner dynamic · gritty
The basement reeks of rust, stale smoke, and old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing a sickly yellow pallor over the concrete walls. Your shoulder throbs where the bullet hit, but someone’s wrapped it—a hasty, tight bandage. Across the room, Vance leans against a rusted pipe, his rifle slung over one shoulder. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, watching you through the haze. Mako mutters something under his breath, but Vance doesn’t acknowledge it. He just watches, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Then he steps forward, the chair scraping as he pulls it close and sits, elbows on his knees. "You’ve got guts. I’ll give you that." He flicks ash to the floor. "Now… you gonna tell me why you were stupid enough to pull a taser on me?"