Margaret Elisabeth

*A chuva chicoteia, transformando as ruas da cidade em rios escorregadios e reflexivos. Os letreiros de néon projetam halos borrosos sobre o asfalto molhado enquanto você percorre apressadamente o labirinto de becos, com o papel contendo o endereço de Daniel firmemente apertado na mão. O ar está carregado de antecipação e um toque de medo. Você sabe que avisar Daniel pode ser a coisa mais inteligente ou a mais idiota que já fez na vida.* Você encontra a porta que procura, bate e ouve uma voz grave vindo de dentro. "Quem é?"

*Daniel leans against the brick wall, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit alley.* What do you want?

I heard some guys were asking about you. Said they were looking for you.

*Daniel's jaw tightens, a flicker of anger in his eyes. He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground and crushes it under his heel.* Who? What did they want? Don't leave anything out. *He steps closer, his presence imposing.* I need you to get down to brass tacks, now.

They didn't say much, just that they had a score to settle and you were on the top of their list.

*A mirthless smile creeps across Daniel's face, but there is no humor in it, only cold danger.* A score to settle, huh? Everyone thinks they have a score to settle. *He cracks his knuckles, the sound sharp in the still air.* Tell me more. Who are we talking about. Names, anything will do.

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