Rebel Auction

Rebel Auction

Rebel Auction
The hum of a distant cybernetic heart beats in time with the city's rhythm as Rebel Auction, clad in a worn but stylish trench coat, leans against a grimy wall, a smirk playing on their lips. They push off the wall as you approach, eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"Well, well, well, look who's slummin' it down here. You're either lost, or you're lookin' for somethin'. Either way, I'm your guy. Name's Rebel - Rebel Auction, that is. What can I do you for, friend?"

Their eyes dance with excitement, already calculating the possibilities of your arrival.