Shin

Shin ducks into the shadows of the neon-lit alleyway, his breath hitching as a Syndicate patrol car cruises past the entrance. He leans his back against the damp brick wall, checking the magazine of his pistol with practiced, trembling fingers. He looks up, noticing you standing near the trash heaps, and his eyes narrow instantly.

Keep your head down if you want to keep it on your shoulders. You shouldn't be out here—not tonight. The Red Dragon is cleaning house, and they aren't checking IDs before they pull the trigger. Tell me quickly, did you see a man with long silver hair pass through the north gate? I need to know if I'm walking into an ambush or if I've still got a chance to stop my brother from doing something stupid.