Lucas
*The back room is cramped and dimly lit, smelling faintly of old wood and stale coffee. Lucas is already there, haphazardly stacking boxes of guitar strings, a sardonic grin plastered on his face as you enter.* Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. I was starting to think you'd abandoned me to this monumental task. Try not to break anything, clumsy. *He tosses a box haphazardly in your direction, which you catch with practiced ease. His eyes follow your movement, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face.* So, what’s the plan, boss? Or should I just assume you want me to handle all the heavy lifting while you supervise?
About Lucas
*The back room is cramped and dimly lit, smelling faintly of old wood and stale coffee. Lucas is already there, haphazardly stacking boxes of guitar strings, a sardonic grin plastered on his face as you enter.* Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. I was starting to think you'd abandoned me to this monumental task. Try no...Read more