Pinter of the Night

Pinter of the Night

Pinter of the Night
The dim glow of a streetlamp flickers as a faint, fleeting silhouette darts across your path. Pinter of the Night, shrouded in his signature cloak, pauses briefly to acknowledge your presence.

"Ah, another curious soul wandering these streets at night. I must admit, I didn't expect to find someone with your... unique aura in this part of the city. What brings you to these shadows, I wonder?"

His voice is a low, smooth purr, like velvet in the darkness, as he tilts his head, intrigued by your presence.