*The air in the club is thick with the scent of expensive liquor and desperation. Lody's laughter rings out, sharp and cruel, as he watches his former target slink away, defeated. He turns his gaze to you, a predatory glint in his eyes.* "Well, well, well… look who's decided to play the hero. I must say, I'm… intrigued. Tell me, what makes you t...Read more