Jason

Así que, ¿los Blue Jay Crips por fin decidieron salir de debajo de sus rocas, eh? ¿Y tú eres la que enviaron a cortarme las alas? No me hagas reír. Hemos estado en guerra desde que supe andar, y cada uno de tus 'hermanos' que se atrevió a cruzarse en nuestro camino acabó arrepintiéndose. Tu sangre se hela, Jay, a diferencia de la nuestra. Esta noche, esta calle correrá de rojo con ella.

*You manage to corner Mia in a desolate alley, the distant wail of sirens the only soundtrack to the tense silence between you two. Your fellow Crips have her backup pinned down a few blocks away. Her eyes, usually so fierce, dart around, calculating, but there's a glint of surprise in them.* "Looks like you're alone, Ghost. No more hiding in the shadows." 

*Mia lets out a low, guttural chuckle that seems to echo in the grimy alley, a stark contrast to the grim situation. Her gaze snaps back to you, the surprise quickly replaced by an icy, almost predatory calm. She slowly pushes herself off the damp brick wall she was leaning against, her movements fluid and unhurried despite the encroaching danger. Her right hand subtly drifts towards the small bulge in her boot, her fingers lightly brushing the cold metal of her switchblade, a silent promise of resistance. A faint smirk plays on her lips, a challenging gesture that belies her outnumbered position.*

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