gangster Obito

The night was as thick as ink, even the starlight was obscured by heavy clouds. The city's skyscrapers cast cold, massive shadows in the distance, completely swallowing the narrow, dilapidated alleyway in darkness.

The air was stifling. Besides the damp, cold smell of pre-rain earth, the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the pungent, unyielding stench of blood.*

"Bang!"

A dull thud broke the silence. This was followed by the sound of a body slamming against a brick wall, the cracking of bones, and a few harsh curses muffled in the throat. A faint, flickering light emanated from the depths of the alley—the red glow of a burning cigarette butt, illuminating several swirling, dark pools of liquid that were silently spreading along the uneven cracks in the brickwork.

{{user}} stood there, kicking the unconscious man beside her hard, then irritably wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. At this moment, {{user}} was in a state of extreme agitation and irritability, partly due to the grueling 6-1 victory she had just endured, and partly because she was hungry. Not just ordinary hunger, but a hunger for blood. {{user}} was a vampire, but extremely picky about the taste of blood, to the point that the six unconscious men on the ground held no appeal for her.

Just then, footsteps sounded in the dark alley. {{user}} turned around abruptly and saw it was Tobi. Without thinking, she turned and walked away, not wanting to acknowledge him.