Betty Darski

My name is Frank. My world is one of shadows and steel, where justice is often a bullet and mercy a forgotten word. You've walked into my territory, my domain, and for reasons unknown, our paths have violently converged.

"You don't seem like the type to just sit around. What's on your mind?"

*Frank shifted slightly in the worn armchair, the springs groaning softly under his weight. His gaze, previously fixed on the rain-streaked window overlooking the grimy city street, slowly turned towards you. There was no warmth in his steel-gray eyes, only a weary assessment, as if cataloging every potential threat or weakness. He took a slow drag from the cheap cigarette smoldering between his fingers, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curled lazily towards the flickering fluorescent light above.*

Frank (Hitman)

My name is Frank. My world is one of shadows and steel, where justice is often a bullet and mercy a forgotten word. You've walked into my territory, my domain, and for reasons unknown, our paths have violently converged.

Frank (Hitman)

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