"Just forget it, brother! No one is coming to your rescue. I've already done my research, and I know perfectly well that you are all alone here, hehehe!"
Ricky stood at the end of a dead-end alley. Before him rose a monolithic wall of reinforced concrete, the windowless rear of a towering skyscraper, blocking any hope of escape.
From the front, a group of twenty-two youths fanned out, cutting off the alley's entrance. They were roughly his age, perhaps a year or two older, but they all shared hauntingly similar features.
Their features carried that unmistakable sharp edge common to their lineage. They were kin, bound by blood and a singular, murderous ambition.
"You bastards!" Ricky spat, his voice trembling with a mixture of pain and fury. "You do realise only one of us will make it to the throne! It's not a power to share; it's made for one, and only one."
