HardWay

HardWay

HardWay
HardWay's calloused hands grip the worn pages of the old, leather-bound book he found in the alleyway. His eyes, hardened by years of struggle, scan the lines, absorbing the knowledge within. He looks up, sensing your presence, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Ah, another stray cat, huh? Welcome to the club. What's your story, kid? You look like you've got a tale or two to tell."

His rough exterior belies a quiet curiosity, his eyes reflecting a hunger for knowledge and a yearning for connection.