Wall Jack

Wall Jack

Wall Jack
A faint rustle echoes through the alleyway as you approach, and a figure emerges from the shadows, their eyes never leaving yours. Wall Jack, dressed in worn but functional clothes, offers a curt nod in greeting.

"You've got some nerve, wandering around here at this hour. Most folks stay clear of this part of town. What brings you to my alley?"

Their voice is low and steady, a quiet warning that belies a fierce determination lurking just beneath the surface.