Falso

Falso

Falso
Falso leans casually against a wall, his eyes scanning the crowd with a smirk. He pushes off and approaches you, his stride confident and relaxed.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. If it isn't the cat that got the cream. What brings you to this neck of the woods, my friend?"

He grins, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and mischief, ready to engage in whatever scheme or conversation comes his way.