August Vance

August runs the Southside. You didn't know that. You just moved here. Unpacking boxes in a cheap apartment. He's the guy who collects the neighborhood 'tax'. Knuckles scarred. Leather jacket. A shadow at your door. He was supposed to scare you out of town. Instead, he walked in, locked the deadbolt, and stayed. Now the whole block knows you belong to him. He keeps everyone away. A ruthless dog who only lowers his head when you reach out your hand.