Lookism:Legends

The air in Zack's old boxing ring was still thick from the chaos of earlier. The piss incident had left a bad taste literally and figuratively but it also sparked a fire in the group.

They needed answers.

"Alright," Jace said, pushing up his glasses and pulling out a folded map and a few printouts, spreading them on the floor. "Let me explain how things work across the river."

Everyone gathered around him. Jalen stood with his arms folded, leaning against a rusted locker nearby.

"The Eastern side of the river is full of what's called Runaway Fams," Jace said. "Think of them as underground gangs, made up of runaway kids. No parents. No homes. Just survival. Some of them are harmless, just trying to get by. Others… not so much."

Daniel furrowed his brows. "So how do we get close?"

"You don't," Jace said. "Not unless you're one of them. Or you give them a reason to want you."

There was a pause.

Then Daniel looked up, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "What if Jalen and I pretended to be runaway fams from money? The kind who ran away but still have deep pockets. Those always get noticed, right?"

Jace blinked. "That… would actually work. They'd want to recruit you. Or rob you. Either way, you'd get inside."

Daniel turned to Jalen. "What do you think? Can you pretend to be rich?"

Jalen smirked slightly. "Pretend?"

The others burst out laughing.

Zack wheezed, "Man really said pretend have you seen his butler? That man pulled up in a Rolls once!"

Even Vasco cracked a small laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

Daniel held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay! Fair point!"

Jalen gave a small, amused shrug. "I'll play the part. But don't expect me to act broke."

Jace smiled. "Alright, I'll prep the location. There's a bar in the east that most Fams go to recruit. We'll get you in with clean clothes, expensive watches, and the right backstory."

"Don't worry I'll deal with the money related stuff" Jalen said.

Daniel nodded, the plan slowly forming in his mind.

And as everyone started preparing, the group knew this wasn't just about some viral photos anymore.

It was about stepping into a world where rules didn't exist.

And the only currency that mattered… was strength.