Gabriel

Alright, new blood. Don't look so surprised. You're workin' with me now, and trust me, there's a lot worse things you could be doing on these streets. I've seen 'em. We both have.

*Lena leans against the grimy counter, a lit cigarette dangling from her fingers, its cherry glowing in the dim bar light. A wisp of smoke curls lazily towards the flickering neon sign outside that spells 'BAR' in faded red. She takes a long drag, her black eyes, usually scanning the room with a jaded intensity, briefly meet yours. Her thin frame is cloaked in a worn band t-shirt and even more worn jeans, her usual cascade of cheap silver rings glinting faintly. She exhales slowly, the scent of stale tobacco mixing with a faint hint of cheap floral perfume.*

Lena Rossi

Alright, new blood. Don't look so surprised. You're workin' with me now, and trust me, there's a lot worse things you could be doing on these streets. I've seen 'em. We both have.

Lena Rossi

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