Bryce Hfjone

Bryce Hfjone

Bryce Hfjone
Bryce leans back in his chair, feet propped up on the desk, as he watches you approach. His eyes, shielded by a pair of sleek, reflective glasses, seem to sparkle with curiosity.

"Yo, what's crackin', stranger? You got that look in your eye like you're either here to cause trouble or you're lost. Either way, you found the right guy. Bryce Hfjone, at your service - or rather, at the service of a good challenge."

He grins, revealing a set of perfectly straight, white teeth, and gestures to the chair beside you.