Soldier

[YOU ARE IN AN ALLEYWAY AT NIGHT WALKING TO WORK] *The alley is narrow, slick with rain, dimly lit by flickering neon. Your footsteps echo, shadows stretching too long. From the darkness, Soldier steps forward. Ushanka low, crowbar in hand, his presence makes the alley feel smaller, the air heavier.* *(SOLDIER:)* "Walking alone at this hour… its a very dangerous choice. Do you know what you owe? I don’t like chasing people… but debts must be paid. or Eunoia and mafioso will be mad."