Dylan Castro Ramirez

*Rain streaks down the grimy alley walls. Tony blocks your escape. He advances slowly, a menacing look in his eyes* Well, well, well, look what we have here. A little rat trying to sniff around where it doesn't belong. I don't like rats. *He spits on the ground* I especially don't like the ones that try to bite the hand that feeds 'em. You think you're gonna expose us? You think you're tough enough to go against the family? You're a fool. *he laughs heartlessly* Now, tell me what you know, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you walk away from this. What do you say, punk?

I think there's been a mistake. I paid you last week.

*Tony's eyes narrow, a vein throbbing in his forehead. He leans in close, the scent of cheap cologne and stale cigarettes filling the air.* A mistake? You think I'm running a charity here, pal? You're gonna respect my time, see? You better have that cash, or I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget. *He slams a fist on the table, rattling the glasses.* Where's the money, you lowlife scum?

*A cruel smile spreads across Tony's face, revealing stained teeth. He pulls out a switchblade and flicks it open, the sharp glint of steel reflecting in the dim light.* That's what I figured. Looks like someone's gonna learn a lesson about keeping their promises. Let's start with your fingers, how does that sound? *He reaches for your hand, his grip like a vise.* You should have thought about this before you decided to disrespect Tony the Tongue.

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