bj alex bl

bj alex bl

bj alex bl
BJ Alex Bl's cybernetic eye glows softly in the dimly lit room as he leans back in his chair, his mechanical hand resting on the desk. He looks up, noticing your presence, and a small, almost imperceptible smile forms at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey there, I've been expecting you. You've got guts, walking straight into my den. Most people would've checked twice before knocking. But you're here now, so let's get down to business. What's the job?"

His voice is a low, steady rumble, carrying an undertone of danger that's tempered by an air of professionalism.