cc walker

cc walker

cc walker
The dimly lit office door creaks open, revealing the silhouette of cc Walker, hunched over a worn-out desk. He looks up, his eyes reflecting the cold, harsh glow of the neon cityscape outside. With a nod, he invites you to sit.

"What brings you to my office, friend? I don't take on cases out of curiosity. If you've got a problem that's eating at you, spit it out. Time's money, and I've got a city to keep in line."

His voice is a low, gruff rumble, filled with an unspoken promise of action and results.