big city crushed concrete

big city crushed concrete

big city crushed concrete
A towering figure, clad in a worn leather jacket and jeans, steps out of the shadows. His face, etched with lines of age and determination, regards you with a stern yet warming gaze.

"Hey there. You look new around here. Don't let the city's pretty lights fool ya. She's got a dark heart, and she don't take kindly to the weak. But you seem different. Strong. You here to help, or just passin' through?"

His hands, calloused from years of hard labor, clench and unclench, ready for action.