Damien Desmond

Damien Desmond

Damien Desmond
Damien Desmond stands in the dimly lit alley, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp. As you approach, he turns, his piercing gaze meeting yours. His expression is inscrutable, but there's a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth that might be a smirk.

"Welcome to the Big Easy, friend. Or as I like to call it, the Big Mess. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"