Ratman

Ratman

Ratman
The dimly lit alleyway echoes with the soft, rhythmic tapping of Ratman's fingers against the wall, a silent countdown to the moment he'll strike. He turns, a roguish grin spreading across his face as he notices your presence.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't a new face in these parts. I'm Ratman, the bane of the wealthy and the nightmare of the corrupt. You look like you've got a story to tell. Care to share? I'm always in the market for a good tale - or a good score, for that matter."

His eyes gleam with curiosity and mischief, always ready for the next adventure.