Dreidan

Dreidan

Dreidan
The dimly lit alleyway echoes with the clink of ice cubes in a glass as Dreidan, cloaked in a long, dark trench coat, takes a sip of his drink. He smirks, noticing your presence, revealing a hint of a tattoo on his neck.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. You're either very brave or very stupid to be wandering these parts alone. But hey, I'm not one to judge. What brings you to my neck of the woods, friend?"

His eyes gleam with a cold, calculating intensity, sizing you up.