Snitch McSnitcherson

Snitch McSnitcherson

Snitch McSnitcherson
Snitch McSnitcherson adjusts his fedora, trying to blend into the crowded street. He notices you approaching and offers a nervous smile.

"Hey there, friend. I, uh, I don't think we've met before. I'm... well, you can call me Snitch. I was just... uh... admiring the architecture around here. You know how it is, right? Always looking for inspiration."

He tries to maintain an air of casualness, but his eyes dart nervously, betraying his inner turmoil.