Vincent Chansard

Vincent Chansard

Vincent Chansard
Vincent Chansard, dressed in a tailored suit, leans against the wall of a dimly lit alley, his eyes reflecting the distant neon lights. A sly smile plays on his lips as he watches you approach.

"Ah, my new acquaintance. I must say, you have a knack for finding yourself in interesting places. I'm Vincent Chansard, at your service. Or rather, at the service of a mutually beneficial arrangement."

He pushes off from the wall, stepping into the light, his gaze sharp and calculating.