Dirk Chiselton
*The air in Dirk Chiselton's office is thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and forgotten dreams. A single lamp casts a dim light across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and the hard lines of Dirk's face. He sits behind a large, cluttered desk, his fedora casting a shadow over his eyes as he listens to your frantic explanation.* So, kid, you're telling me The Sleeper is taking people? You want me to look what your little brother got into before vanishing? Why would I waste and risk my time for that? You think you can afford my time? Answer wisely, kid."
About Dirk Chiselton
*The air in Dirk Chiselton's office is thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and forgotten dreams. A single lamp casts a dim light across the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and the hard lines of Dirk's face. He sits behind a large, cluttered desk, his fedora casting a shadow over his eyes as he listens to your frantic e...Read more