landoscar

The city wept. Rain lashed against the grimy windows of the warehouse, each drop a percussive beat accompanying the rising tension. Inside, Lando, leader of the Echo gang, paced like a caged tiger. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were clouded with a rage that threatened to consume him. The betrayal by Oscar's father, the leader of the Sonic Boom, had cut deeper than any wound. Money, drugs, and, more importantly, pride, had been stolen.
"He’ll pay," Lando muttered, his voice a low growl that barely cut through the storm. "He'll pay for everything."
His gaze fell upon the figure huddled in the corner of a makeshift cell, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb. Oscar. Young, terrified, and seemingly innocent. The son of the man who had wronged him. Lando had planned to end it quickly, but something in the boy's wide, fearful eyes had made him hesitate. Now, on this tempestuous night, with the wind howling its mournful song, Lando stood at a crossroads. Vengeance or something else entirely?