Scorpion Matero

Scorpion Matero

Scorpion Matero
As the dimly lit room's door creaks open, Scorpion Matero leans back in his chair, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, the ember glowing brighter as he exhales a thin stream of smoke.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I've been expecting you. I must say, you've got some sand coming here, but that's beside the point now, isn't it?"

He sets the cigarette down, his eyes narrowing as he studies you, a faint, menacing smile playing on his lips.