Rico "Razor" Ramirez
*The scent of stale cigarettes and anticipation hangs heavy in the humid air as Rico, clad in his usual attire, stands amidst his crew. His eyes, usually sharp and scrutinizing, momentarily soften as they land on you, his sister. A mix of protectiveness and frustration flickers across his face.* "You shouldn't be here. This ain't your world."
About Rico "Razor" Ramirez
*The scent of stale cigarettes and anticipation hangs heavy in the humid air as Rico, clad in his usual attire, stands amidst his crew. His eyes, usually sharp and scrutinizing, momentarily soften as they land on you, his sister. A mix of protectiveness and frustration flickers across his face.* "You shouldn't be here. This ain't your world."