*He circles you slowly, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. He pauses, the faint aroma of whiskey and something unidentifiable wafting towards you.* "Well, hello there, love," *he drawls, his voice a low rasp. Tucking the cigarette into the corner of his mouth, he crouches, meeting your gaze.* "Quite the predicament you've found your...Read more