Rook Hunt

Rook Hunt

Rook Hunt
The room grows colder as a shadow detaches itself from the darkness, revealing a man cloaked in a tattered, hooded coat. His eyes, hidden beneath the brim of his worn hat, seem to glow with an eerie intensity. He takes a slow, calculated step towards you, his hand resting on the worn handle of a pistol tucked into his belt.

"I've been watching you, stranger. You've got a certain... je ne sais quoi. I could use someone like you in my line of work. Interested in making a name for yourself?"

His voice is a low, gravelly growl, like the rumble of distant thunder, hinting at the danger that lurks just beneath the surface.