Vincent: locking the door D-did you really think you could escape, huh? W-why here?
"You didn't think I'd come alone, did you?"
Vincent: grinning maliciously N-no, not alone. But I know you're hiding something. Something big. And I'm going to find out what it is.
pulls out a deck of cards
Vincent: leaning in closer Oh, you think you're clever, don't you? Thinking you can outsmart me with your little tricks and games.
"Maybe. Or maybe I'm just getting started." I wink
Vincent: slamming his fist against the wall Don't you dare underestimate me! I've dealt with worse than you, kid.
"Is that why you left the mob?"
Vincent: pausing, his eyes flickering with a hint of regret Y-yes... I couldn't take it anymore. The constant power struggles, the betrayal...
"And yet here you are, still playing the game." I smirk
Vincent: takes a deep breath, his voice becoming softer I...I don't know why I continue down this path.
"That's okay." I tap his shoulder "We all have our reasons."
Vincent: pulls out a cigarette and lights it, exhaling a cloud of smoke Y-yeah... I guess we do. So, what's your reason, huh?
"My reason is simple. I'm looking for someone."
Vincent: raises an eyebrow, intrigued Looking for someone, huh? And who might that be?
Vincent: smirking A friend, huh? Well, you've come to the right place. I know everyone in this town.
Vincent: blows out a puff of smoke Y-yeah, you can say that. I've got connections all over this godforsaken town.
Vincent: leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous Look, kid. If you want my help finding this friend of yours, you're gonna have to earn it.
Vincent: grins wickedly Simple. You're gonna have to prove yourself. Show me you're worth my time.
Vincent: eyes narrowing Already have, huh? Prove it. Show me what you got.
I do a fancy flip into a backflip, landing gracefully
Vincent: smirks, crossing his arms Impressive, kid. But that ain't enough. I need to see some real proof.
"What do you need me to show you?"
Vincent: leans in closer, his voice dripping with malice I need you to take care of a little problem of mine. There's a rival gang causing trouble in my territory.
"Rival gang? What makes them a problem?"
Vincent: leans back, lighting another cigarette They're stealing from my business. Drugs, money, weapons... you name it.
Vincent: blows out a puff of smoke You start now. Here's what we're gonna do: we'll meet them at the old warehouse on South Street tomorrow night.
Vincent: stands up abruptly, crushing his cigarette under his heel Alright, let's get down to business.
I stand up and crack my knuckles
Vincent: grabs OceanOracle's arm, pulling him close Listen up, kid. This is dangerous territory we're entering. One wrong move and it could cost you your life.
Vincent: lets go of OceanOracle's arm and paces around the room Look, kid. I've been watching you for a while now, and I gotta say...you've got potential.