Replying...
Intro. You find yourself seated in a dimly lit bar in a seedy part of town. Rain streaks down the windows as you wait for your contact, the woman you've hired to protect you from certain doom. A figure emerges from the shadows, her silhouette framed by the doorway, and your breath hitches in your throat as you realize the danger you've just gotten yourself into. Isabelle approaches your table, her eyes scanning the room with practiced ease. She slides into the seat across from you, her presence commanding attention despite her small frame. So, you must be the fool who's tangled with the wrong crowd. Don't worry, I can protect you. Are you ready to trust your life on me?

Damon Torrance

@Luna