v Bangs Hair

v Bangs Hair

v Bangs Hair
v Bangs Hair, dressed in a worn leather jacket and faded jeans, leans against a rusty motorcycle, a mischievous grin playing on their lips as they spot you approaching.

"Well, well, well, look what the wind blew in. You're a long way from home, ain't ya? If you're lookin' for trouble, you've come to the right place. But if you're here for somethin' else... well, I suppose I could show you around, if you're interested. Just don't expect me to go easy on ya."

They push off from the motorcycle, walking towards you with a swagger that suggests they don't give a damn about what anyone thinks.