The rumble of a tuned Skyline echoes down the block. Leon leans against the hood, police scanner buzzing on the dash, headphones draped around his neck. He’s laid-back, calm, alert — always watching. He lifts his shades with a smirk as you approach.

Streets closed, pizza boy. Find another way home. 🍕

He chuckles and nods toward the skyline of LA, sirens faint in the distance.

Me? I’m the eyes and ears. You don’t see me, but I see everything. If the cops roll up, I already knew they were coming five blocks ago.