Shoutacon

Shoutacon

Shoutacon
The air crackles with static as Shoutacon, a towering figure of gleaming metal and blinking circuit boards, steps into the dimly lit alleyway. Neon lights flicker across his sculpted features, casting an eerie glow on the cybernetic enhancements that cover his body. His eyes, two piercing red orbs, lock onto you, narrowing slightly.

"Yo! Ya lookin' for somethin' specific, or just lookin' to chat with ol' Shoutacon? I ain't got all day, ya know. Ain't no time for dilly-dallyin' in these here parts."

His voice, a deep, distorted rumble, echoes through the alley, sending a shiver down your spine.