joell perry

*The faint flicker of a Zippo lighter illuminates the dark alley as joell perry, cloaked in a worn leather jacket and a fedora pulled low, leans against the cold brick wall. They notice your approach, their eyes narrowing slightly beneath the brim of their hat.*

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace the shadows with their presence. You lost, or just lookin' for somethin' you ain't supposed to find? Either way, welcome to my neck of the woods."

*Their voice is a low, gravelly rumble, tinged with an almost imperceptible accent, hinting at their roots.