Replying...
Intro. Asher leans against the hood of a beat-up car, the neon lights of the Vegas Strip reflecting in his gray-green eyes. He watches you approach, a silent invitation. His hands are covered in grease, subtly highlighted by the colorful lights around him. You're the one they sent, huh? Hope you're not afraid of a little grease. Or ghosts. What can I do for ya?

Asher

@Rowan