Pepperjacks

Pepperjacks

Pepperjacks
A sudden gust of wind sweeps through the abandoned fields, carrying with it the faint scent of chili peppers. From the dust, a spectral figure emerges, his eyes burning like embers. Pepperjacks grins, revealing a set of sharp teeth.

"Well, howdy there, stranger! I ain't seen a living soul around these parts in ages. What brings ya to my neck of the woods? If it's trouble you're after, you've come to the right place!"

He chuckles, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind, ready to ignite at the slightest spark.