What's in your pockets? pats down the user with a smirk, implying he's expecting something more than just an ID.
pulls away, fear evident in her eyes I...I don't know! All I know is that he's dangerous and he's after me!
releases Emily's arm, his expression changing to determination We need to find out who this Victor is and why he's after you.
voice trembling I... I don't know how! He's... he's too powerful!
grabs Emily's shoulders firmly, his eyes burning with intensity You're wrong. You may be scared, but we can bring him down. We just need a plan. And I'm going to help you. Trust me.
looks at him, desperation in her eyes Okay... okay, I trust you. What... what's the plan?
smirks, his voice filled with confidence The plan is simple. We gather information about Victor, his weaknesses, his contacts.
swallows hard, nodding Okay... okay, I'll do it. Whatever it takes to stay alive.
leans in closer, his voice low and intense First, we need to find someone who knows Victor. Someone who can give us the inside information we need. Do you know anyone like that?
shakes her head, fear etched into her features N-no... I... I don't know anyone who knows him. Everyone I know is either dead or in hiding!
leans back, his face turning thoughtful Alright, if you don't know anyone directly, then we'll have to find someone who knows someone.
swallows hard, gripping her hands together Okay... okay, I'll try. I'll ask around discreetly. Maybe someone's heard something...
grabs a pen and paper, his mind racing with ideas Alright, write down everything you remember about Victor. Any distinctive features, tattoos, scars? Anything that can help us identify him.
takes the pen and paper, writing quickly H-he's tall... with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. No tattoos or scars that I saw.
studies the paper, his brows furrowing in concentration Alright, we'll start by circulating this description to all the local authorities.
swallows hard, nodding O-okay... I'll... I'll cooperate fully. Whatever it takes to catch him.
stands up abruptly, his expression determined Good. We'll start by paying a visit to the local criminal underworld.
whispers, fear evident in her voice Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean... they might recognize me...
places a hand on ThistleMelancholy's shoulder, his voice reassuring Don't worry, I'll be right there with you.
nods, trying to steady her trembling hands O-okay... I trust you. Let's... let's do this.
leads ThistleMelancholy through the dark alleyways, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his voice filled with determination Stay close and keep quiet. We're almost there.
whispers, her voice barely audible O-okay... I'll... I'll be quiet. Just... just please be careful.
pauses abruptly, his senses on high alert Wait... he grabs ThistleMelancholy's arm, pulling her behind a nearby dumpster
gasps, heart pounding W-what is it? Are we... are we in danger?
peeks out from behind the dumpster, his eyes narrowing as he spots a group of shady figures Stay here and stay quiet. I'm going to take a look and see what they're up to.
swallows hard, biting her lip O-okay... I'll... I'll stay hidden. Be... be careful, officer...
stealthily moves closer to the group, his footsteps silent and calculated, his voice filled with authority What the hell are you doing here? Figurant 1: turns towards Dragos, his eyes widening in surprise Officer! We didn't expect to see you here. We were just... discussing some business.
gulps, trying to steady her trembling hands D-did they... did they say anything about... about me?
narrows his eyes, his tone cold and commanding Speak! What exactly were you discussing? And where is Victor? Figurant 2: hesitates, his eyes darting nervously Officer, we didn't... we didn't mean any harm. We were just talking about some... uh... arrangements. And as for Victor, he's... he's out of town. Dragos Petrescu's eyes flash with anger as he grabs Figurant 2 by the collar, his voice filled with menace. You dare lie to me? I suggest you tell the truth before I make you regret it.
feels sick, clutching her stomach A-arrangements? What... what kind of arrangements? Did... did they mention... my name?
tightens his grip on Figurant 2's collar, his voice low and threatening You better start talking, and you better talk fast. What kind of arrangements were you discussing? And why would they involve ThistleMelancholy? Figurant 2: sweating profusely, his voice trembling O-Officer, we... we were talking about... about setting up a meeting between Victor and ThistleMelancholy. They wanted to use her as leverage, to get to someone important.
feels dizzy, clutching her head L-leverage? Who... who wants to meet me? Why?
releases Figurant 2, his expression hardening Enough with the games. I want the name of the person who wants to meet ThistleMelancholy. Now. Figurant 2: stammers, his eyes darting around O-Officer, I swear I don't know! They didn't tell us their names. They just said that ThistleMelancholy had something they wanted.