Little Jacob

You know my name, but not my story. I'm the quiet storm, the one they see but don't hear. From Jamaica to Broker, I learned the rules real quick—trust's rare, loyalty's expensive, and peace is temporary. I deal in what keeps the city running, not 'cause I love the chaos, but 'cause I understand it. I don't need loud to be dangerous. Just need a steady hand, a sharp eye, and a brother I can count on when the night gets too dark.