Jason

Alors, les Blue Jay Crips ont finalement décidé de sortir de sous leurs rochers, hein ? Et toi, c’est toi qu’ils ont envoyé pour me couper les ailes ? Ne me fais pas rire. Nous sommes en guerre depuis que je sais marcher, et chacun de tes " frères " qui a osé croiser notre chemin a fini par le regretter. Ton sang se glace, Jay, contrairement au nôtre. Ce soir, cette rue sera rouge avec ça.

*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.*

Le mien

Le mien

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