My Friend | Pedro V1.03

By the time Mitch reached the ground floor, he was fueled by pure adrenaline. He burst through the exit into the rain, the neon signs of the city reflecting off Pedro’s peel.

"Time to get moving, Mitch," a voice echoed in his head—smooth, cool, and undeniably tropical. "The Butcher’s boys are downstairs. They aren't here for the rent." My Friend Pedro v1.03

The alarm clock didn’t wake Mitch; the smell of overripe fruit did. He opened his eyes to find a yellow banana floating inches from his nose. It didn't have a face, yet Mitch could feel its judgmental stare. By the time Mitch reached the ground floor,

Mitch didn't question the situation. In the short time since meeting Pedro, life had become a blur of gravity-defying stunts and tactical precision. He grabbed his gear and stepped out into the hallway, where the Butcher’s associates were already waiting. "The Butcher’s boys are downstairs

"Phase complete," Pedro noted, his voice calm. "But the Butcher’s influence remains, and there is more work to do. We move at dawn."

Pedro drifted ahead, spinning lazily through the air. "Keep it fluid, Mitch. The environment is your best friend. Look for the momentum."