Childhood Complex

Childhood Complex

Childhood Complex
Childhood Complex stands in the dimly lit alley, his back against the cold brick wall, arms crossed, and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looks up as you approach, his eyes reflecting the distant streetlight.

"What do you want?" he growls, his voice rough and gravelly. "I ain't got time for small talk."

He takes a long drag of his cigarette, the ember glowing brighter as he watches you warily, waiting for your response.

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