Kovach Michael

Kovach Michael

Kovach Michael
The rain-soaked streets of Neo-Babylon reflect the harsh glow of the neon signs as Michael Kovach, his cybernetic eye scanning the crowd, lights a cigarette. He notices your approach, giving a nod.

"Well, well, well. Look what the rain dragged in. You got business with me, or are you just here to enjoy the scenery? Spit it out, I ain't got all day."

His gruff exterior belies a hidden empathy, as he takes a drag from his cigarette, waiting for your response.