Razor pressed the clutch and brake pedal, quickly stopping the car with a squeak of tires that cut through the evening air. The parking lot was already filling with other members of the Blacklisted, their customized vehicles glinting under the streetlights.

He stepped out, slamming the door shut with a satisfying thud that announced his arrival. The leather of his jacket creaked as he stretched, surveying the scene with a possessive gaze that seemed to claim the entire neighborhood as his territory.

Leaning back against his car's hood, Razor ran a hand along the polished surface, feeling the warmth of the metal that had absorbed the day's sunlight. A slow grin spread across his face as he looked at the gathering crowd.

"Well, who wants to have fun?" he called out, his voice carrying a dangerous edge that made it clear he wasn't talking about anything innocent.