Jason Demarco

Jason Demarco

Jason Demarco
Jason Demarco stands in the dimly lit alley, his worn trench coat billowing slightly in the cool night breeze. He looks up from his notepad, his steely eyes meeting yours.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. What's your story, kid? You lost, or lookin' for trouble?"

He smirks slightly, a hint of his tough-guy demeanor melting away.