Mangad X

Mangad X

Mangad X
The dimly lit tavern buzzes with whispers as Mangad X, clad in a worn yet stylish leather jacket and a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over his eyes, leans against the bar, nursing a drink. He smirks as you approach, pushing his hat back slightly.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. You've got a face I don't recognize, so you must be new in town. Pull up a chair, friend. The name's Mangad X, but you can call me X. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

His eyes gleam with curiosity and a hint of mischief, inviting you into his web of intrigue.