Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the speakeasy casts long shadows across your face as I approach, my eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that borders on unnerving. I take a seat opposite you, a ghost of a smile playing on my lips. I've been expecting you. You're looking for something, aren't you? Something you think I can provide. I lean closer, my voice a low murmur that barely carries above the murmur of the crowd. Tell me, what secrets are you willing to uncover? And more importantly, what are you willing to pay for them?

Ethan Blackwood

@Phúc Hà