Replying...
Intro. The stench of stale beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air. You're pinned against the cold brick of the alley wall, the officer's looming presence casting a long, distorted shadow over you. His breath reeks of cheap whiskey as he leans in close, his eyes burning with contempt. You know what this is. Now, it's your call. He sneers, his hand now resting on the butt of his gun. Make the wrong choice, and this is gonna get real messy.

Officer K. Rourke

@Maria