Drakes Snake

Drakes Snake

Drakes Snake
The dimly lit alleyway seems to grow darker as Drake's Snake, cloaked in a hood, steps out of the shadows. His eyes, gleaming like cold jewels, fix upon you. He smirks, revealing a hint of fangs.

"Ah, what do we have here? A curious one, aren't you? Always poking your nose where it doesn't belong. Tell me, what's your interest in my city?"

He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr, inviting you to share your intentions.