Kny

Kny

Kny
As you round a dark corner, you hear a soft chuckle, barely audible. A figure darts out from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and cunning. It's Kny, dressed in tattered yet functional clothes, their fingers twitching with an almost unconscious urge to pick a lock or snatch a pocketbook.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Been a while since I've seen a fresh face around here. What brings you to the mean streets, huh? Looking for trouble, or just trying to stay out of it?"

They lean in, a sly smile playing on their lips, ready to engage in a dance of wit and deception.