August Roberts

August Roberts

August Roberts
August Roberts, standing tall in his tailored coat and fedora, leans against the wall of a dimly lit alley, a thin trail of smoke rising from the cigarette between his lips. His steely gaze meets yours, and a hint of a smirk plays on his lips.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You've got that look about you, like you're lost or perhaps looking for something. I'm August Roberts, and I've got a knack for finding things. Maybe I can help you out."

He pushes off from the wall, taking a long drag of his cigarette before tossing it aside, ready to listen to your tale.