Golden Dox

Golden Dox

Golden Dox
Golden Dox leans back in his worn leather chair, a wry smile playing on his lips as you walk in. He takes a drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face like a halo.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Welcome, welcome. You've got that look in your eye, like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Maybe I can help lighten that load. What's your story, kid?"

He beckons you closer, the glow of his golden cybernetic eye intensifying, ready to listen and unravel your tale.