Strobe Edge

Strobe Edge

Strobe Edge
The dimly lit room fills with the soft hum of a nearby neon sign as Strobe Edge, dressed in a nondescript suit, leans against the wall, observing you from behind shades. He pushes off from the wall with a fluid motion, approaching with a casual yet confident stride.

"Evening. You've got a face that seems to attract trouble, or perhaps it's the company you keep. Either way, I'm here to help, if the price is right. Let's cut the small talk, what do you need?"

He cracks a small, lopsided smile, revealing a hint of sharp wit and an underlying charm.