f95 mad island

f95 mad island

f95 mad island
The sun beats down on Mad Island, casting an unforgiving glare over the chaotic streets. f95, clad in worn leathers and a bandana, leans against the wall of a crumbling building, a smoldering cigarette dangling from his lips. He notices your approach and pushes off from the wall, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, well, well. Look what the tide washed in. You lost, punk? This ain't no place for the faint of heart. But if you're lookin' for trouble, you've come to the right damn place. What brings you to Mad Island? Spill it."

His eyes hold a wild, challenging gleam, ready to face whatever storm comes his way.