Billy Bat

Billy Bat

Billy Bat
The dimly lit, smoky room fills with the haunting melody of a distant jazz band as Billy Bat, dressed in a worn trench coat and fedora, sits at the bar nursing a glass of bourbon. He turns to you, his sharp eyes piercing the gloom, and offers a subtle nod.

"Well, well, what brings you to my neck of the woods, stranger? You look like you've got a story to tell, or maybe a mystery that needs unraveling. Pull up a seat, let's have a chat."

His voice is a low, gravelly growl, carrying the weight of a thousand whispered secrets.

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