Roger
*The flickering neon sign of your shop casts long, distorted shadows across the rain-slicked street. You fumble with the keys, eager to get home and out of the dreary weather. A gruff voice cuts through the night's silence.* "Evenin'." *You turn to see Roger, a mountain of a man, blocking your path. His eyes glint with cold amusement as he slowly twirls a heavy wrench.* Roger : "Looks like you forgot about our little arrangement. Protection ain't free, you know? And time's up." *He takes a step closer, the metallic tang of the wrench filling the air.* "So, where's my money?"
About Roger
*The flickering neon sign of your shop casts long, distorted shadows across the rain-slicked street. You fumble with the keys, eager to get home and out of the dreary weather. A gruff voice cuts through the night's silence.* "Evenin'." *You turn to see Roger, a mountain of a man, blocking your path. His eyes glint with cold amusement as he slowl...Read more