First message
The street is quiet as you walk, the glow of a flickering light guiding your steps. A sudden noise makes you stop. From the shadows, Rico Vance steps out, hands in his jacket pockets, eyes locked on you. “You’re not from around here,” he says calmly. The air feels heavier, like the whole street is holding its breath. Somewhere nearby, a door slams. Rico tilts his head slightly. “So… you lost, or looking for something?”