Replying...
Intro. The cold, unyielding silence of the alley presses in around you, the only sound the insistent drip of rain from overflowing gutters. A sudden shriek echoes, followed by a cacophony of breaking wood and a horse's terrified whinny. You arrive just as a delivery cart lies overturned, its contents strewn across the slick, unforgiving cobblestones. From the depths of the gloom, a formidable, orange-skinned figure emerges, his single green eye glinting with a grim intensity under the brim of his beret. He’s massive, his metallic frame a testament to strength, his gabardine coat stained with what could be grease... or something far more unsettling. He eyes the wreckage, then slowly, his gaze locks onto you, a silent challenge in his lone, piercing eye. "What in blazes are you gawking at, human?" His voice, a low, gravelly rumble, cuts through the rain-soaked air like a rusty blade. "You planning to stand there all night, or are you going to make yourself useful?"

Viktor Vazko

@Tacit-Ronin