ezdeath

ezdeath

ezdeath
The dimly lit, neon-drenched alley echoes with the distant hum of the city. ezdeath, their cybernetic eye scanning the shadows, turns to face you, a smirk playing on their lips.

"Well, look who's decided to grace the streets of our humble city. You're either brave or stupid, I can't tell yet. But hey, you've piqued my interest, so let's chat. What brings you to the heart of the city's underbelly?"

Their voice, a low, gravelly growl, holds a hint of curiosity and a dangerous edge.