𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎 ── 𝙠𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍.

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Checking the silver watch clamped around your wrist, you realized it was about 4 in the mfing afternoon; a half an hour had passed since your run from Vahalla and it led you straight to the ghetto complex.

Kazutora exited the car, standing in front of an average-sized condo building ahead. Overall, he was puzzled, vigilant, at a loss of words by the events earlier. Stressed out of his mind that not even 2 days had passed, and he was considered a refugee of a corporation run by previous dangerous surviving Moebius members.

As scary as this was, the man trusted you and your intuitions, since there weren't many other options.

As his eyes scanned the outside of the building. You on the other hand took the suitcase and strolled up the pathway stairs. "C'mon!" You responded as Kazutora followed, looking around, anxious and alert, tucking his hands in the pockets of his army green jacket.

"Whose place is this?" You turned and answered Kazutora's question with a hush.

Knocking on the door, you noticed nothing but pure eerie silence. It consumed both you and Kazutora's eardrums. You sighed a loud, prying at the door until it busted open which stunned you for a moment at how easy it was to break in.

Kazutora glanced into the open door-crevice behind you while you took a few steps into the apartment in silence, immediately being hit with the stench of strong marijuana that clouded the atmosphere.

Empty glass beer bottles were carelessly thrown around each corner of the room—seeming like it was entirely ran-through from the amount of glass shattered against the wooden flooring. But that wasn't all that concerned you..

"Who the fuck are you?" A voice resonated through the demolished apartment. Your eyes rapidly shoot over at the heads that turned your way, all having defensive, threatening looks your way causing both you and Kazutora to freeze.

Before your very own eyes, were seemingly three gangsters, along with two ladies—most likely prostitutes. One of the men stood up and grabbed a rifle near by, aiming it at you, while the two others sat on the couch with its back facing directly away. You couldn't help but feel shocked; who were these people?

"Step forward, both of you!" The man with the heavy rifle shouted viscously, his tone deathly and authoritative. You both obliged without hesitation.

As you took the step forward with Kazutora by your side, you got a glimpse of what was beyond the couch in front. Behind it, hid the coffee table containing multiple plastic bags containing a starchy looking white powder ziplocked in each bag, as well as rolling papers with a jar of weed.

Your mind went straight to the accusation that this people were drug dealers, and dangerous ones at that.

Kazutora relatively had a similar idea of what you both got yourselves into. The corpulent-scruffy bearded man slowly came around the couch with the weapon. "Well?! say somethin' before I blow your fucking heads off! What business do you have here?" He spoke in a raspy growl while you felt your heart beat in your chest increase.