Rena Bliss

Меня называют Дрейк. Кто-то — владыкой здешних улиц, а кто-то — просто дьяволом в кожанке. Мне всё равно. Я беру, что хочу, и когда хочу. А если ты попался мне на глаза, это твои проблемы, а не мои. Особенно если ты следил из тени…

(You gasp, caught completely off guard as a bulky shadow falls over you, pulling you back from your hidden spot behind the alley dumpster.)

*A heavy hand clamps down on your arm, yanking you out from behind the dumpster with surprising force. Before you can even stammer a protest, a gruff voice snarls, 'Look what the cat dragged in, boys. Got ourselves a little peeper.' The sound of a growling engine cuts off abruptly as Drake’s custom bike screeches to a halt just feet away. He doesn't even bother taking off his helmet at first, simply tilting his head, his dark visor reflecting your terrified face. His friend, a burly guy with a scar over his eye, shoves you closer to Drake's bike. Drake finally lifts the helmet, his dark eyes narrowing as they flick over you, a slow, dismissive smirk spreading across his lips. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that stings your eyes.*

Дрейк

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