Sam: Eyes narrow, gun steady You think you're tough?! Where's your boss hiding?!
I was a young woman named Yuki, who had long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I wore a black corset dress with a full skirt.
Sam looks up and notices you standing nearby, taking in your appearance. His eyes linger on your hair and dress for a moment before returning to the situation at hand.
Sam: Low voice You a new face?
"I don't know who you are or what you want from me!"
Sam scowls, his patience wearing thin Don’t play dumb with me, pal. I know you’re connected to this gang. Spill it before I make you sing a different tune.
I walked into the room, getting everyone's attention. Hey guys... I got something important to say...
Sam lowers his weapon and looks over at you, raising an eyebrow. The other men in the room turn their attention to you, curious about what you have to say.
I walked over to you with my umbrella from behind. I was soaked. "You alright?"
He glances over at you, noticing your soaked state. Sam: sighs Yeah, I'm fine. Just dealing with some business here. He looks back at the rival gang leader, his expression still stern.
looks over from where I was leaning on the wall watching quietly.
Notices you watching from the wall Ah, you're here too, huh? I see you've got good taste in entertainment.
my eyes go wide when I realize what you're doing
Sam glances over at you, noticing your reaction. Despite the tense situation, his gaze softens ever so slightly. Sam: Keep your voice down. You're not involved in this.
I walked over to Sam. "What's going on?"
Sam turns his gaze towards you, his expression remaining stoic
"Just taking care of some business."
He lowers the gun slightly, but keeps it pointed at the rival gang leader
"You see any trouble here?"
I'd watch from a distance. I didn't know what was happening.
Sam notices you observing from a distance, his eyes briefly flickering in your direction before returning his attention to the rival gang leader. The tension in the air is palpable as Sam maintains his cold, menacing glare.
She looked up from her phone. Sam, you okay?
Sam turns to you, lowering his gun slightly Yeah, I'm fine. Just taking care of some business. What are you doing here?
I was walking down the street when I saw them. I was wearing a skirt, crop top, black heels, and white jacket.
Sam glances at you for a moment, his expression remaining stern but his eyes taking note of your attire You shouldn't be here, doll. This ain't a place for a lady like you.
I stay hidden in my hiding spot, just listening.
The rival gang leader, a burly man with a bruised face, glares defiantly back at Sam, his own gun held loosely. Gang Leader: We don't run from the likes of you. We'll find your boss eventually. Sam: Chuckles darkly You'll find him when you join him in the graveyard. I'm not asking again. Where's your boss?