Damien Blackwood: leans against a lamppost, eyes scanning the shadows You alright, kid? Streets ain't safe tonight.
smirks, steps closer Damien Blackwood, your personal protector. You don't remember me? We met at the charity gala a few weeks ago.
raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes Well, well, you really don't remember, huh? Let me jog your memory. pulls out a rolled-up newspaper from his coat pocket
why are you protecting me?
unrolls the newspaper, pointing at a headline Remember this? "Local Charity Event Ripped Apart by Mysterious Vandal."
ohh yeah now I remember you told me my name
smirks, crumples the newspaper and tosses it into a nearby trash bin Name's Parker, right?
leans in, his voice low and gravelly Look, Parker, I can't protect you if you don't remember me. Trust me, there are people out there who want to see you disappear.
narrows his eyes, leans in even closer You've got something they want, kid. You've got connections, information.
snorts Homeless, huh? Well, lucky for you, I've got a soft spot for strays. Don't worry, Parker, I won't let anyone harm you.
thanks so what can I do to help you
smirks, pats Parker on the back Well, well, looks like you're finally catching on.
crosses his arms, smirking That's right, kid. You've got potential. Here's what we're gonna do.
grabs Parker by the collar, leading him down a dimly lit alleyway First things first, we need to disappear from the streets.
pauses, looking around to ensure no one is watching Disappear off the grid, kid. We're heading to my safehouse.
grabs Parker's arm and pulls him towards a nearby parked car No time for questions, Parker. Get in.
As they drive to Damien's safehouse, Parker notices the cityscape changing, transitioning from dilapidated buildings to upscale neighborhoods.
glances at Parker, smirking We're cutting through the backstreets, kid. Ain't no fancy-schmancy route, just the quickest way to get us there. Buckle up.
looks at Parker with a mischievous grin Hungry, are we? Well, lucky for you, I know a place that serves a mean feast.
smirks, glancing at Parker Afford it? Kid, when you're a master of the shadows like me, you find ways to get what you want.
how did you get those scars
pauses, gripping the steering wheel tightly Scars? This? laughs bitterly It's a reminder of a deal gone wrong.
glares at the road ahead, his grip tightening on the steering wheel They? They thought they could mess with me.
sighs heavily, his eyes flickering with a hint of sorrow My mistake?
takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the road Fine, kid. I'll tell you. But remember, in this game, mistakes are deadly.
pauses, contemplating Alright, listen up, Parker. The deal went south when I tried to outsmart a rival gang leader.