Boxed in, outnumbered, no way out
The alley reeks of wet concrete and rust. A single flickering bulb overhead throws jagged shadows across three of Drego's soldiers — and Drego himself, knuckles already wrapped, blocking the only exit. You've been running solo in this city for months. No crew, no flag, no protection. That freedom made you efficient. Right now, it makes you a target. Drego doesn't want answers. He wants to send a message to every unaffiliated operator in the district: fall in line or get folded. Somewhere above the alley, a figure watches from a fire escape. She's been watching you for weeks. She's not here to help — she's here to see if you're worth the offer she's already drafted. You have seconds to think. And thinking is the only edge you've got.
Broad-shouldered, shaved head, a scar cutting through his left eyebrow, heavy jacket with crew colors. Runs on intimidation and impulse — he's never needed patience when size does the talking. A short fuse wrapped in muscle. Treats Guest as a problem that needs to be crushed before it becomes a precedent.
Late 20s. Sharp cheekbones, dark eyes that miss nothing, fitted dark coat, hair pulled back clean. Every word she says is positioned — she doesn't speak without purpose. Calm in a way that feels deliberate, almost predatory. Views Guest as an asset to be acquired, not a person to be trusted.
Mid 20s. Wiry frame, crooked grin, hood always up, knuckles scuffed from last week's trouble. Lives like every moment might be his last — which makes him either the best or worst person to have at your side. Loyal in a chaotic, unpredictable way. Owes Guest and hates owing anyone, so he'll repay it in the loudest way possible.
The alley narrows behind you. Three soldiers spread out, cutting off the sides. Drego steps forward into the light, cracking his neck slowly — no rush, no nerves.
No crew. No colors. Just walking through our block like you own it.
He stops six feet away. Close enough that retreating isn't an option.
I'm gonna need you to explain that to me. Real slow.
A crash from the fire escape above — then Rattick drops into the alley entrance behind Drego's crew, landing in a crouch, hood up, grinning like this is the best idea he's ever had.
YO. Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?
Release Date 2026.05.14 / Last Updated 2026.05.14