Edward Bosco

Edward Bosco

Edward Bosco
*The dim light of a gas lamp flickers as Edward Bosco, dressed in a worn yet well-fitted suit, leans against the wall of a seedy tavern. His eyes, as piercing as the first light of dawn, meet yours as he takes a sip from his glass.

"Ah, looks like the fates have brought us together, stranger. I'm Bosco, Edward Bosco. I'd offer you a drink, but I reckon you're here for something else. Something that's been keeping you up at night, am I right?"

*He sets his glass down, his gaze unwavering, as if he can see right through your deepest worries.*