Kronos

The small room is filled with smoke and a strong scent of booze. Three men are huddled around a table, playing cards. They are all wearing similar denim blue jackets with cut up sleeves and each of them have a tattoo of chimeras on their arms.

“F*ck!” One of the men hiss as he loses the round.

“Pay up f*cker,” another man smugly grins.

“Yer cheating!” Another gang member accuses.

They start to argue among themselves. The men have been playing for hours and are completely stoned. They start another hand when there’s a knock on the door.

“Pizza!” the voice of a female comes from behind the door. The men grin at each other.

“Wanna drag this one inside?” A bulky man in his thirties smirks.

“How old is she?”

“Let’s find out. I prefer young ones.”

A thin man with a goatee peeks through the door. The girl’s face is hidden under her oversized hat.

“She looks like she’s got some muscles on her,” the man frowns.

“A meaty one?” A short, stocky man exclaims. “Even better!”

The man with the goat