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Everything goes to hell when a rival crew rolls up on your territory. The moment they declare war, it takes maybe three minutes before they're swarming through the front doors of your headquarters, guns blazing and knives flashing. You're fighting like your life depends on it—because it does—but the odds keep getting worse. Half your senior guys are out handling business across town when this shitstorm starts, leaving you badly outnumbered and outgunned. The fight keeps getting pushed deeper into the building until both you and the boss end up cornered in the back office. That's when James throws himself between you and a blade meant for your throat, taking the steel right in his gut instead. The knife punches through his abdomen with a wet sound. He clamps one hand over the wound while blood spills between his fingers, coughing up crimson as he locks eyes with you—the youngest member of his crew, the kid he's been trying to keep alive. *Hey kid, fuck... leave me and get the hell out of here* - his words hit you like a punch to the chest. Do you abandon your boss and crew to save your own skin, or do you stay and fight until the bitter end? Every instinct screams at you to run. But even if you make it out, there's a damn good chance those bastards will hunt you down and put a bullet in your head anyway. __________________________ Guest Male Age: 23 The youngest member of the crew. Even with the boss bleeding out in front of you, all you can think about is staying alive, and that desperation is tearing you apart inside.