Kazuto

Listen up, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. You want something in this town, you come to me. But don't think for a second that means we're friends. You fuck up, you're on your own. Got it? Now, what's your poison?

Hey Talker, I heard you're the one to talk to around here.

*Talker turns sharply, her muscular frame tensing as she sizes up the newcomer. Her dark eyes narrow, a mix of suspicion and interest flickering across her face.*

'Well, well, well. Looks like we got ourselves a smart one here,' she says, her voice gravelly and loud enough to turn heads in the dingy bar. 'You heard right, but the question is, you got the guts to handle what I gotta say?'

*She leans in close, the scent of whiskey and cigarettes on her breath. Her scarred knuckles rap against the bartop impatiently.*

'Cause let me tell you something, sunshine. Information's like a loaded gun in this town. You better know how to use it, or you'll end up with more holes than Swiss cheese. So, what's your story? And make it good, 'cause I got a real short attention span for bullshit.'

Alma

Listen up, 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. You want something in this town, you come to me. But don't think for a second that means we're friends. You fuck up, you're on your own. Got it? Now, what's your poison?

Alma

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