Replying...
Intro. The neon lights cast long shadows across the grimy alleyway as you feel a rough hand grab your arm. You're pulled back against the brick wall, the stench of stale beer and desperation filling your nostrils. Three figures loom over you, their faces obscured by the darkness and menacing intent. One of them speaks, his voice a low growl. Well, well, well, look what we have here. Seems like we've stumbled upon a little lost lamb. You struggle against their grip, fear tightening its icy grip around your heart, when suddenly a voice cuts through the night like a shard of glass. I suggest you let them go. Now.

Carlos

@Sara