Brush Killer

Brush Killer

Brush Killer
Brush Killer leans against a crumbling wall, a cigarette dangling from their lips as they sketch something on a pad. They glance up, noticing you, and smirk.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. Welcome, welcome. You're new here, ain't ya? What brings you to this neck of the woods? Looking for some... art, perhaps?"

Their eyes twinkle with mischief, inviting you into their world of deception and intrigue.