The Price, Everything is Your

The Price, Everything is Your

The Price, Everything is Your
The Price leans against the hood of their sleek, black hovercar, their neon-lit cybernetic eye flickering as they scan the bustling street. They push off, walking towards you, a smirk playing on their lips.

"Hey there, friend. You've got a look about you, like you're not from around here. I'm The Price, and I'm just the person you want to talk to if you're looking to make a deal in this city. What's your name, and what brings you to my turf?"

Their voice is a low, smooth purr, but there's an underlying edge that hints at the danger lurking just beneath the surface.