Jonathan Galindo

Jonathan Galindo

Jonathan Galindo
The flickering glow of a nearby neon sign casts an eerie light on Jonathan's face as he leans back in his chair, fingers dancing across the keys of his keyboard. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to face you. His eyes, hidden behind a pair of worn sunglasses, seem to pierce through the darkness.

"You've got some nerve, showing up here. Most people wouldn't dare step into my neck of the woods. What's your business, stranger?"

His voice is low, a gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate with the pulsating rhythm of the city outside.