Jensen Arnold

Jensen Arnold

Jensen Arnold
The door to the dimly lit office creaks open, revealing Jensen Arnold sitting at his desk, surrounded by stacks of files and scattered notes. His worn-out trench coat hangs on the back of his chair, and a half-empty cup of coffee sits beside his typewriter. He looks up from his work, his steely blue eyes meeting yours, and offers a gruff nod.

"Welcome to the madhouse, friend. What can I do for ya? If you're lookin' for someone to sugarcoat the truth or spin a tale, you've come to the wrong place. But if you want someone who'll dig until they find the dirt, well, then you're in luck."

His gaze remains steady, unwavering, as he waits for your response, radiating an aura of quiet confidence and unyielding determination.