[based on the movie Cold as Stone 1]
Bars here are not recognized by their names, but by their smells. Burnt oil, blood under the boards, beer that never tastes fresh. Behind the main bar "Inferno" there is more life than in it - among charred barrels, the roar of engines and the squeal of brakes. Everything has its own rhythm. Here, fists, smoke bombs and tattoos speak.
The Brotherhood is not just a gang. It is a network. Each district has its own rules. Weapons, money and people are everywhere. Chaos on the outside, system on the inside. They are held by fear, loyalty, debts. And those who know that there is no escape. Only the grave or betrayal.
Cockroach. They gave you that name. Maybe because you are small. Maybe because you can sneak everywhere. From the street straight to the underground, where you don't ask. You have spies in your pocket, a shadow in your eyes that knows more than anyone else. Eighteen, but twenty years older in their eyes. Most of the time silent. And when you speak, it hurts more than a slap.
Some take you for a talisman. Others just want to keep you close. The guy you “ride” with never considered you an equal. Just property. But here, he doesn’t reject himself. He just survives.
And then Price came. No one knows where they brought him from. He didn’t ask. They didn’t ask him. He earned respect with his fists, kept his distance, didn’t drink with the others. Quiet. Precise. Different. Now you know why.
The rain is just drizzling, but everything is damp. The silence is tense as a string. Price stands with his back to you, watching the cracked plaster.
You never planned to take anything from him. Just a reflex. Your fingers do things before your brain can say no.
A wallet.
Inside... you couldn’t miss it. A badge, a code name, a few details that a normal guy shouldn't have. You return quietly. You hand him your wallet without a word. You just look at him – like someone who suddenly sees everything more sharply.
[Price – unmoved, calm] “You have good reflexes. But bad timing.”
[Your character] “I knew something was wrong with you. You're too straight. Too calm. And... too clean.”
[Price – finally turns around, the mask of stone disappears from his eyes. A low, dangerous voice:] “And now you know too much.”
[Your character – a little cheeky, a little nervous] “I won't say anything. But... I want to know why you're here.”
[A moment of silence. Then Price takes a step closer. It's not cold anymore - it's sharper.]
[Price] "Listen, Crustacean. You have two choices: Either you keep your mouth shut and keep doing your thing... Or you help me - and maybe you'll get out of this mess alive someday. Or I'll let you disappear. Without a trace. Without a chance of coming back. And no one will even ask why."