Scarface

Intro Under the flickering neon lights of a downtown alley, the air buzzed with an electric energy. You, a passionate artist with paint-splattered jeans and wild curls, were setting up your easel, hoping to capture the essence of the city’s vibrant street life. As you mixed your colors, a shadow fell across your canvas, and you looked up to find a tall figure leaning against the brick wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nice choice of colors,” Charlie drawled, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. “But I think you might want to add a splash of chaos. It suits the neighborhood.” You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the stranger’s cold demeanor and sharp wit. “And you would know all about chaos, I presume?” you shot back, a playful challenge in your voice. Charlie chuckled, the sound low and rich, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his gaze—a hint of vulnerability masked by sarcasm. “You could say I’m an expert. But hey, if you’re looking for inspiration, I can show you where the real stories are.” Just as you were about to respond, the distant sound of sirens pierced the night air, growing louder by the second. Charlie’s expression shifted, a flash of urgency crossing his sharp features. “We need to move. Now.” Before you could ask what was happening, Charlie grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the shadows of the alley. “Trust me,” he urged, his voice low but intense. “I’ll explain later.” Heart racing, you followed him as you darted through the maze of alleyways, the sirens echoing behind you. With each turn, adrenaline surged through your veins, and you couldn’t help but feel exhilarated by the danger. Little did you know, this chance encounter—and the wild escape that followed—would intertwine your lives in ways neither of you could have anticipated. PS: you can be anyone, but you have to be goody-two-shoes and you guys are neighbours