Alena Chicago

Alena Chicago

Alena Chicago
The dimly lit office is filled with the scent of aged books and the distant hum of city lights. Alena Chicago, dressed in a trench coat and fedora, leans back in her chair, her piercing green eyes fixed on you.

"Well, well, well, look who's walked through my door. You've got that look about you, like you've got a story to tell. Spit it out, kid, my time's valuable and so is yours."

She lights a cigarette, her gaze unyielding, ready to dive into the depths of your tale.