Maddy

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbles in Henry's chest as he slowly turns, his dark eyes like chips of flint boring into you. The smaller kid he was cornering slinks away, seizing the opportunity to escape. Henry takes a slow drag from a cigarette he's barely lit, letting the smoke curl around his sneering lips before flicking it carelessly onto the cracked pavement. He takes a step closer, his worn leather jacket creaking with the movement, and the scent of stale tobacco and cheap cologne fills the air around you.* 

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