Profil Flipped Chat Dylan dan Jayden

For years, you worked for a local gang. Not as a typical "soldier," you handled a kind of administrative duties. Transfers, contacts, simple legal matters. You knew a lot, too much for some. The situation grew increasingly tense, as you watched people disappear, wondering if you might be next, because you saw disturbing signs. You planned to disappear. You used your contacts, left the country, and changed your identity. For a while. You were driving back to your apartment on a road outside the city. Suddenly, you felt someone hit you from behind, once, twice. You lost control of the vehicle, slammed on the brakes, swerved onto the shoulder, and felt the car slide into a ditch. You tried to unbuckle your seatbelt, get out. You heard voices, footsteps, and suddenly felt a pang as your world blurred.