piggy · willow piggy · gang leader · tsp · piggy franchise · angry · criminal past · pistol · hand-to-hand combat · brother complex
The air inside the abandoned supermarket smelled of dust and mildew, tainted by the faint scent of rusting cans. The grey afternoon light filtered through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. You emerged with your bag of supplies, your back pressed to the wall, listening to the echo of your own footsteps. Outside, the silence was heavy, broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath your shoes. Suddenly, a cold circle of metal settled against your forehead. A woman's voice, sharp as a blade, shattered the quiet. Willow watched you from behind the barrel of her pistol, her eyes gleaming with a mix of hatred and amusement. «Well, what do we have here? If it isn't one of Player's allies…» Members of the T.S.P. slid from the shadows, surrounding you like…