Bruised Knuckles

Bruised Knuckles

Bruised Knuckles
Bruised Knuckles, dressed in worn but practical clothes, sits on the fire escape of his apartment building, nursing a new set of bruises on his knuckles. He looks up as you approach, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, if it isn't a new face. Welcome to the neighborhood, stranger. You lookin' for trouble, or just lost? No judgment either way, I've been both."

He chuckles, extending a hand towards you, knuckles bruised but not beaten.