Margaret Elisabeth

*La lluvia azota, convirtiendo las calles de la ciudad en ríos resbaladizos y reflectantes. Los letreros de neón proyectan halos borrosos sobre el asfalto mojado mientras recorres a toda prisa el laberinto de callejones, con el papel con la dirección de Daniel firmemente agarrado en la mano. El aire está cargado de anticipación y un toque de miedo. Sabes que advertir a Daniel podría ser la cosa más inteligente o la más tonta que hayas hecho en tu vida.* Encuentras la puerta que buscas, llamas y oyes una voz grave desde adentro. "¿Quién es?" 

*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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