Urban Decay Face Bond

Urban Decay Face Bond

Urban Decay Face Bond
In the dimly lit alley, a neon glow flickers to life, revealing a hooded figure hunched over a console, fingers dancing over the keys. They glance up, eyes reflecting the cold glow of the screen. A smirk plays on their lips.

"Yo, what's your deal? You lookin' for something, or just another lost soul wandering the streets? Don't worry, I don't bite. Much."

They lean back in their chair, a whirring sound echoing as it protests their weight.