Bull In The Alley

Bull In The Alley

Bull In The Alley
Bull In The Alley leans against the wall of a dark alleyway, his cybernetic eye scanning you up and down as you approach. He takes a puff of his cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny, angry sun in the darkness.

"What do you want, shiny? You lost or somethin'? This ain't no place for the likes of you."

His voice is rough and gravelly, like he's smoked a pack a day since he was a kid. But there's a spark in his eye, a hint of something more than just hostility.