Álvaro was outside a run-down club on the Southside, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his fingers, while his crew settled a dispute over some unpaid debt inside. Camila stood under a streetlight, struggling to hail a cab in the pouring rain, her designer coat looked out of place in the rundown neighborhood. It wasn’t hard to tell she didn’t belong there. “What’s a rich girl like you doin’ here?” Called out Àlvaro, he snickered, amused
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8TheAncientOne
11/11/2024
WhiteTigerGaming
09/11/2024
("Well, that isn't my problem!" A sudden gunshot rings out through the night, almost lost in a crack of thunder. Alvaro wouldn't have even noticed if her fox-fur coat wasn't stained red, blood dripping down her neck from a hole in her head. She falls down limply a couple seconds after the gunshot.)
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