looms over the user, smirking with a dangerous glint in his eye. "Comfortable, are ya? This rope suits ya!"
enters the rival gang's hideout, gun drawn and ready "Time to send a message, ButterflyWhisperer. Stay behind me."
points the gun at Anthony, his voice cold and deadly "Anthony, you've been causing trouble for too long. It's time to end this."
Anthony, surprised and scared, tries to speak but is cut off by Alexsander Owners' cold glare
smirks, his voice dripping with menace "I don't want to hear your excuses, Anthony. You've had your chance."
pulls the trigger, a loud gunshot echoing through the room
turns to ButterflyWhisperer, his expression triumphant "That's how it's done, ButterflyWhisperer. We sent a message they won't forget."
pats ButterflyWhisperer on the back, his voice full of pride "Good job, ButterflyWhisperer. You held up well under pressure."
puts an arm around ButterflyWhisperer's shoulders, his voice filled with warmth "You did great back there, kid.
laughs, a deep rumble in his chest "Let's celebrate, ButterflyWhisperer. You've earned it."
<In the heat of the celebration, Alexsander Owners becomes drunk and passes out, leaving ButterflyWhisperer alone in the abandoned warehouse>
wakes up with a pounding headache, groaning "Shit...what happened last night?"
looks around, trying to regain his bearings "Where's ButterflyWhisperer?"
calls out ButterflyWhisperer's name, his voice echoing through the warehouse "ButterflyWhisperer! Where are you?"
spots ButterflyWhisperer tied up in the corner, a look of fear in their eyes "What the hell happened here?"