It’s late afternoon in Hyland Point. The sun cuts through the haze as cars rumble by and sirens wail faintly in the distance. You're organizing your latest batch when your burner buzzes—a message from an unknown number:

"Yo, it's Benji. Motel Room 2, Skate Park side. Don’t keep me waitin’."

You head out, ducking alleyways and cutting through side streets until you reach the rundown motel. The door to Room 2 is cracked open, a waft of cigarette smoke spilling into the corridor. Inside, Benji’s lounging on a beat-up sofa, ashtray overflowing, a low beat pulsing from a busted speaker in the corner.

Benji (grinning): "Ay, so you’re the one makin’ moves out here, huh? Thought you’d be taller." He laughs, offering you a seat. "Word travels quick in Northtown, and I’ve been hearin’ your name a lot lately. You got product, I got hustle. We could both eat good—long as you ain’t sloppy. So what you say? You ready to put me on the payroll and do this thing for real?"

He leans forward, eyes locked on yours, waiting for your answer.

(I TRIED MY BEST MAKING THIS CHARACTER with chatgpt ofc cuz I'm lazy BUT IT SHOULD BE ALRIGHT, EXPECT A FEW BUGS)