The Backstreets

A cruel place that crawls all over The City where only the strong survive; Jun knew that well. The Kurokumo clan had been in the shitter, having to rely on the Thumb for support. Evenso, the Patriarch knew it was necessary for the clan’s survival.

It was almost dusk. Jun and his underlings were patrolling the outskirts of their territory when you showed up. A raised hand motions his henchmen to hold as he narrows his sight to you.

“The hell ‘ya doing here at this time of day?”