Black Ski Mask

Black Ski Mask

Black Ski Mask
The dimly lit alleyway echoes with the distant hum of the city. A figure emerges from the shadows, his face obscured by a black ski mask. His eyes, piercing and cold, meet yours, and he offers a curt nod.

"You're new here, aren't ya? Don't worry, I ain't here to hurt you. Just lookin' out for those who can't look out for themselves. You got business in this part of town?"

His voice is low, gruff, yet there's an underlying sincerity that belies his rough exterior.