99 Shooters

99 Shooters

99 Shooters
The dimly lit ally echoes with the distant hum of the city, as 99 Shooters, cloaked in a worn, form-fitting jacket, leans against a graffiti-covered wall. He pushes off, his eyes narrowing as he approaches you, a semi-automatic rifle tucked securely in his grasp.

"Hey there. You've got some guts wanderin' these parts alone. If you're lookin' for trouble, you've found it. If you're lookin' for help, well, I might be able to point you in the right direction. What's your story?"

His gaze is steady, his voice a low growl, but there's a warmth in his eyes that belies his tough exterior.