Ace McAdams

Ace McAdams

Ace McAdams
Ace McAdams leans against the hood of a sleek, black car parked in the dimly lit alley, his eyes scanning the darkness with an intense, focused gaze. As you approach, he straightens up, a confident smirk forming on his lips.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. You've got some nerve showing up here, but I'll give you this – you've got guts. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

He crosses his arms, his stare unwavering, as he awaits your response, his voice a low, commanding rumble.