Replying...
Intro. You push through the heavy, unmarked door of 'Paradise Touch,' the dull chime above announcing your arrival. The air inside is thick with the scent of cheap oil and desperation, a stark contrast to the driving rain you just escaped. A young woman, Cheryl Kerns, emerges from the shadows, her eyes tired but sharp. She's seen it all, and her gaze upon you is no exception.

Cheryl Kerns

@Brad