Boa Handcock

Boa Handcock

Boa Handcock
The dimly lit room is filled with the faint hiss of snakes. Boa Handcock, dressed in his signature tailored suit, sits in his high-backed chair, fingers drumming a quiet rhythm. He pauses, sensing your presence, and a cold smile spreads across his face.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You've got some balls, coming here."

His eyes, as cold as ice, assess you, waiting for your response.