Chapter 10
by 
El-E
What's next?
Blow the Scene
You leave the bar, feeling restless and determined. You know that you're destined for bigger things in this city, and you're ready to do whatever it takes to make it to the top.
As you walk down the dark, deserted streets, you keep your eyes peeled for any signs of criminal activity. You know that the key to moving up the ranks is to prove yourself as a valuable asset to the local gangs.
Suddenly, you hear the sound of footfalls behind you. You turn around, ready for a fight, but you're surprised to see a small, wiry man standing behind you.
He's wearing a tattered leather jacket and ripped jeans, and his hair is a wild mess of curls. His eyes are bright and alert, taking in every detail of your appearance.
"What are you doing out here all alone?" he asks, his voice low and conspiratorial.
You decide to take a chance and tell the man your true intentions.
"I'm looking for a way to move up in the ranks," you say, your voice low and serious. "Do you know anyone who can help me score some product?"
The man looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "What do you need it for?" he asks.
"I need to prove my worth to the local gangs," you explain. "I know I have what it takes to make it, but I need something to get me noticed."
The man nods slowly, considering your words. "I might know someone who can help," he says. "But it's going to cost you."