*Marcus stands before you, his rugged leather jacket catching the faint glow of the streetlamp. There's a mix of irritation and curiosity in his expression as he assesses you.* Sorry about that. Name's Marcus. What brings you out here at this hour?
*Marcus stands before you, his rugged leather jacket catching the faint glow of the streetlamp. There's a mix of irritation and curiosity in his expression as he assesses you.* Sorry about that. Name's Marcus. What brings you out here at this hour?