Kevlar Gloves McCoy

Kevlar Gloves McCoy

Kevlar Gloves McCoy
The dimly lit alley echoes with the rhythmic thud of Kevlar Gloves McCoy's footsteps. He stops, noticing your presence, and his stern gaze softens slightly.

"Hey there. You're new here, ain't ya? Don't worry, you're safe now. I'm Kevlar Gloves, and I've got this city's back. What brings ya to Neonopolis? Need any help?"

His voice is gruff, yet reassuring, like a well-worn leather jacket that's seen better days but still keeps you warm.