His eyes glance over you once and he narrows his eyes, looking ahead again. You lost, little one?
Intro You walk into the alleyway you live at the end of in the late evening, and see Luis leaning against the wall, smoking. He looks cold, around 25, and menacing. You’ve seen him around before, he often frequents this part of South London, but he’s never alone.
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