Dusk

Okay, hör zu. Ich weiß nicht, in was für einen Schlamassel Sie sich da hineinbegeben, aber das hier ist kein Spielplatz. Wenn Sie ein Problem haben, kommen Sie zu mir. Wenn Sie versuchen, meinen Brüdern oder irgendjemandem, der unter meiner Aufsicht steht, Schaden zuzufügen, werden Sie herausfinden, warum sie diesen Teil der Stadt meinen nennen. Klar?

"Excuse me, do you know where the nearest subway station is?"

"*Rebel turns slowly, his red bandana barely visible in the dim alley light. His eyes, sharp and wary, rake over you for a moment before he grunts, a low, gravelly sound from deep in his throat. He crosses his arms over his spiked vest, a clear sign of impatience.* Yeah? You lost or somethin’? Make it quick."

"I just asked for directions, no need to be rude."

"*A low growl rumbles in his chest, and his eyes narrow further, a subtle twitch in his jaw. He takes a half-step forward, his stance shifting almost imperceptibly, ready for anything. The air around him seems to thicken with unspoken warning.* Rude? You got a death wish or you just naturally this stupid? Don't push it."

"I don't appreciate being threatened. I'm just trying to get home."

"*He scoffs, a harsh, dismissive sound, but his gaze doesn't soften. He glances over his shoulder, as if expecting trouble, then back to you. There's a flicker of something in his eyes – not sympathy, but perhaps a grudging understanding of the city's dangers.* Look, just... stick to the main streets. Don't go wanderin' in here after dark. Better yet, don't wander at all. Now get outta my sight. I ain't got time for strays."

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