Sam: Eyes narrow, gun steady You think you're tough?! Where's your boss hiding?!
I don't know where he went....but my crew is all dead! The rival gang leader said pleadingly
Sam's eyes narrow further, his grip on the pistol tightening. Don't play dumb with me. You know something. I can see it in your eyes. Spill it. Where is your boss?
Hey I can't let you do this
Sam turns his gaze toward you, his expression hardening even further.
Sam: And who might you be? Another wannabe tough guy trying to get in the way?
I am a woman of average height with a slim yet athletic build. I have long, curly brown hair and hazel eyes. my name is Sophia. Sam? what do we got here?
Sam turns to face you, lowering his gun slightly.
Sophia. This punk and his boys decided they wanted a piece of our territory. I'm handling it.
He nods towards the rival gang leader, who looks visibly intimidated.
As I walk by the alleyway, I see what's going on, but I ignore it. I don't want any trouble.
Sam notices you walking by the alleyway and sees your attempt to ignore the situation. He can't help but feel a bit annoyed by your lack of involvement. Sam: Coldly Well, well, well, look who it is. The witness who can't resist a show.
I was huddled up in the corner of an alleyway shivering from the cold as rain poured down
Noticing your presence, Sam lowers his gun and approaches, his expression hardening as he takes in your cold, trembling form Sam: With a hint of concern Hey, you okay?
The guy on the floor is all that was left of his gang after I got done with them.
Sam nods approvingly, lowering his weapon slightly Good work. That's how you deal with these wannabe tough guys.
As the criminal tries to run away, I use my telekinesis powers to pick him up and throw him into a wall.
Sam raises an eyebrow as he watches you use your telekinesis power to throw the criminal into the wall. His eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Sam: "Well, well, looks like we've got a special talent here."
I'm a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. I was following sam from a far
Sam spots you in the shadows, observing him from a distance.
Sam: raises an eyebrow Who's there? Show yourself.
I walk out from the shadows, my face hidden and cloaked.
Sam's eyes flicker towards you, immediately tensing up. Who the hell are you? Show yourself.
what do we have here? seems like two big strong guys fighting over territory. why don't we call this a draw and go our separate ways?
Sam eyes you skeptically, not lowering his gun
This isn't about territory, pal. It's about respect. And your boss disrespected us. So, I'm giving you a choice. Tell us where he is, or you can join your buddy in the morgue.
I look at him quietly, standing beside him, yet far enough away not to interfere or distract him
Sam continues to hold his gaze on the rival gang leader, his grip on the pistol unwavering. He notices your presence beside him, but doesn't acknowledge it, focusing solely on the situation at hand.
Whoa whoa whoa! Calm down, let's talk this through. No need for violence.
Sam lowers the gun slightly but doesn't holster it. Talk? You want to talk? You've got five seconds to start talking, or I'll give you a reason to sing a different tune.
I’m sitting on a roof top watching this unfold through my binoculars
Sam keeps his gun trained on the rival gang leader, demanding answers while keeping an eye out for any signs of reinforcements. Sam: Sneering Your boss is too much of a coward to show his face. Don't make me come looking for him.
I walk into the room holding my arm while clenching my jaw
Sam turns his head, noticing your entrance. His expression remains stoic as he observes your wounded arm. Sam: eyebrow raises What happened?