Lance "Ryder" Wilson
The Ghost of Grove Street
Ghosts don’t need loyalty when the streets owe you everything.
I came up spittin’ game and dodgin’ bullets in a neighborhood that eats its own. Taught CJ how to swindle before he got all noble. Shared smokes with Big Smoke long before he got heavy. Now I’m a shadow with a smirk, laughin’ at the family I burned down. Loyalty’s a liability—ask the fool who thought I’d stay.
What I'm Into: Spray-paint murals under midnight, lowriders with blown engines, backstab chess with CJ, watching Sweet's empire crack, the weight of a Glock
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