As he walked away from the scene, the heavy rhythm of the block continued, indifferent to the individual lives caught in its gears. He knew that the code he lived by was a demanding one, often leaving little room for anything other than survival. Driving off into the dark city night, Marcus remained a figure bound by the unrelenting environment and the harsh philosophy of an eye for an eye.
This is for K-Tone, Marcus said, his voice cutting through the heavy air. G-unit - Eye for an eye
He threw on a heavy black leather jacket, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt low over his eyes. As he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, the faint sound of a bassline echoed from a neighbor's apartment, a haunting, slow-tempo beat that seemed to score his descent. He took the stairs, avoiding the cameras and the broken elevator, his mind focused on a single target. As he walked away from the scene, the
The room froze. For a split second, the only sound was the clicking of the poker chips on the felt table. Marcus raised his weapon, his voice steady and devoid of emotion. This is for K-Tone, Marcus said, his voice