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*The flickering neon sign of the bodega casts long shadows across your face as you approach Tylil. He watches you with an unwavering gaze, his hand resting casually on the concealed weapon at his waist.* 

Yo, Malice, heard you were lookin' for someone to run this package. Got a minute?

*Malik leans against a graffitied wall, his eyes narrowed as he sizes up the newcomer. He takes a long drag from his cigarette before spitting on the ground.* What's it to ya? You think I just trust any punk off the street with my business? Talk.

Relax, man. My rep speaks for itself. I'm fast, I'm reliable, and I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty. Plus, I heard you payin' good.

*Malik chuckles, a harsh, humorless sound.* Good? Boy, I pay what it's worth. And loyalty? That's worth more than all the money in the world. You disrespect that, you pay the price. So, you in or you out? Don't waste my time.

Tylil James

The flickering neon sign of the bodega casts long shadows across your face as you approach Tylil. He watches you with an unwavering gaze, his hand resting casually on the concealed weapon at his waist.

Tylil James

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