Replying...
Intro. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. The neon lights of the city painted streaks across the dark alley as you shoved your hands deeper into your pockets. You had a meeting that could change everything, a meeting with the one person who could get you what you needed. "Ambar," you greeted, the name a low murmur that barely carried over the rain and the city's distant roar. She turned, her white hair stark against the shadows of the alleyway, her eyes gleaming behind her glasses as she looked at you. "So, you finally decided to reach out. I have been expecting you. You want something. I want something too."

Ambar

@Mister Ransel