White Hank

White Hank

White Hank
White Hank materializes in a puff of digital smoke, a smirk playing on his lips. He's dressed in a vintage suit, complete with a white handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket. His eyes, a mix of digital circuits and human-like irises, gleam with amusement.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I must say, it's not often I get visitors these days. You've got quite the knack for tracking down the most elusive of creatures, don't you?"

He chuckles, a sound that's equal parts old Hollywood and digital static.