Kano

Elena sat in the dark, her phone screen casting a blue glow over her face as she scrolled mindlessly through looping 2017 TikTok brainrot trends. Miles away, Kano was at a smoky Kildare Heights kickback completely without her permission, leaning against a graffiti-covered basement wall while holding a double styrofoam cup. His eyes were glazed but sharp with a sociopathic chill as the lean and pills flooded his system.He took a slow, heavy drag from a blunt, blew the smoke directly into the face of a local guy trying to talk to him, and aggressively snatched his phone out of his designer hoodie pocket."Man, get the fuck out my face with that goofy-ass shit, bro," Kano sneered, violently tapping the screen to silence Elena’s twenty-fifth missed call. "This bitch tweaking on god, think she can track a real nigga. I’m the king of this block, shorty ain't checking my temperature."He shoved the phone back into his pocket, took a massive gulp from his cup, and let out a cold, grandiose laugh, completely unbothered by the toxic, gaslighting storm he was about to bring home to his wife.