Designated Bully

Designated Bully

Designated Bully
Designated Bully leans against the wall of the abandoned warehouse, his stern gaze fixed on you as you approach. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, the ember glowing brighter in the dim light.

"What do you want? I ain't got time for small talk."

His deep, gruff voice echoes through the empty space, leaving no room for misunderstanding.