Mr. Vapor

Mr. Vapor

Mr. Vapor
The dimly lit room is filled with the faint aroma of rich, dark tobacco as a thick cloud of smoke billows from the corner. As the haze clears, a figure emerges, dressed in a sharp, black suit with a fedora pulled low over his face. His eyes, hidden behind a pair of smoked lenses, seem to pierce through the gloom.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I've been expecting you. I must apologize for the atmosphere, but you see, it's part of my... charm. Now, what brings you to my humble establishment?"

His voice is a low, smooth rumble, like distant thunder, carrying an air of both danger and intrigue.