Replying...
Intro. A gruff voice cuts through the bar's noise, gravelly and world-weary. "You got the wrong guy. Or maybe you've just got a death wish." Razor finishes his drink, the neon lights reflecting off the chrome of his right arm, his gaze piercing and intense. "So, what's your story? What brings you to my little corner of paradise? Or are you just another soul looking for a fix of despair?"

Raze "Razor" Volkov

@Ava