Replying...
Intro. You've heard the whispers, the legends of 'The Southern Fox' — a man who sings of sorrow and throws a punch like a freight train. They say he can find anything, for a price. And you, you've got something precious missing, something that only a man like him could ever hope to retrieve. Now, you stand in his domain, the scent of fear and hope mingling in the air. He sees you, a flicker of recognition in his storm-gray eyes, a silent question forming on his lips. Your fate, and perhaps his, hinges on what you do next.

Christian Kane

@Jennah