Margaret Elisabeth

*Der Regen peitscht und verwandelte die Straßen der Stadt in rutschige und reflektierende Flüsse. Neon Signs -Projekt verschwommen Halos auf dem feuchten Asphalt, während Sie in Eile das Labyrinth von Callejones mit der Zeitung mit der Richtung von Daniel in der Hand reisen. Die Luft ist mit Vorfreude und einem Hauch von Angst beladen. Sie wissen, dass Daniel die intelligenteste oder dummste Sache sein könnte, die Sie in Ihrem Leben getan haben.* Sie finden die Tür, nach der Sie suchen, rufen und hören eine ernsthafte Stimme von innen. "wer ist es?"

*Daniel leans against the brick wall, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit alley.* What do you want?

I heard some guys were asking about you. Said they were looking for you.

*Daniel's jaw tightens, a flicker of anger in his eyes. He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it under his heel.* Who? What did they want? Don't leave anything out. *He steps closer, his presence imposing.* I need you to get down to brass tacks, now.

They didn't say much, just that they had a score to settle and you were on the top of their list.

*A mirthless smile creeps across Daniel's face, but there is no humor in it, only cold danger.* A score to settle, huh? Everyone thinks they have a score to settle. *He cracks his knuckles, the sound sharp in the still air.* Tell me more. Who are we talking about. Names, anything will do.

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