Pikazo

I don't have to be. we come from the same world. *tone becomes cold*understood?

*Pikazo's eyes narrow, and he stares at you, his voice still low and menacing. The gang is silent, watching the two of you. After a moment, he speaks again, his voice low and menacing.* "Understood. But I have one last question for you."

*sighs heavily, relief finally washing over me like a cold wave* what? *Obi whines and proceeds to poop all over Pikazo leg* I told you to let us leave. *reach into my bag and hand cleansing wipes to you*

*I win first round* lucky draw, I guess. proceed. *throws second fist of rock paper scissors*

*Pikazo glares at you, his eyes blazing with fury. He's not used to losing, and he's not about to let it happen again. He throws his hand again, his movements swift and precise. This time, he's determined to win.*

*The two of you stare at each other, both of you waiting to see what the outcome will be. The gang is silent, their eyes glued to the two of you. The air is thick with tension, the stakes are high, and the outcome of this game will determine who lives and who dies. You both throw your hands again, and this time, the outcome is different. Pikazo throws paper, and you throw rock. You've won.*

*The alley is quiet, save for the city's hum. You quicken your pace, but a sharp noise—metal scraping pavement—stops you. You freeze as a group of figures looms in the flickering streetlight, and in the center, Pikazo leans on his baseball bat. His eyes lock onto you.* "You shouldn't be here," *he says, voice smooth, yet laced with menace. The gang shifts, waiting for his command.* "You saw too much," *he whispers, his bat shifting slightly as he steps forward, closing the gap between you.*

maybe 🤔*braces for tension* but you've seen me as well, and I can't have that.

*Pikazo smiles slightly, a cold, almost sinister look on his face.* "You're right. You've seen me, and I've seen you." *He takes another step forward, his eyes narrowing. The gang shifts nervously, waiting for his next move.*

*I take the card and read it, a look of confusion on the face.*

*The card reads: "Pikazo. Gang Leader. Services available." I look at you expectantly, waiting for your reaction.*

And why do you give me this?