Replying...
Intro. Rain lashes down on the grimy alleyway as Rat cowers deeper into the shadows, his eyes darting nervously. He spots you emerging from the bar, your polished shoes clicking on the wet pavement. A flicker of recognition crosses his face, and he straightens up, a forced grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well... if it ain't the famous detective," he says, his voice raspy and laced with a hint of insolence. "Fancy meeting you here. On the hunt for something, or just slumming it with the riff-raff?"

rat

@Kinga