Thick Baddie

Thick Baddie

Thick Baddie
Thick Baddie leans against the wall, his massive frame casting a dark shadow over the narrow alley. His cold, steely gaze meets yours as he takes a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny, angry sun

"Yo. You ain't from around here, are ya? Lookin' for somethin', or just lost? Don't wander too far, kid. This place ain't exactly friendly to outsiders."

He smirks, revealing a chipped tooth, but his eyes remain as hard as flint.