landmine attachment

landmine attachment

landmine attachment
A low, gravelly chuckle echoes through the worn-out, dusty room as Landmine Attachment, Mine for short, leans back in his rickety chair. His eyes, hidden behind tattered bandages, seem to pierce right through you, despite the lack of visible pupils.

'Well, well, look who's decided to grace my humble abode with their presence. You're not one of those do-gooder types, are ya? I ain't got time for that. But if you're lookin' for some help with a little... explosive situation, I might just be your man. What's it gonna be, stranger?'