Pete Dinunzio {1}

The door jingles, and Pete slithers in the comic store. He eyes you behind the counter, smirking. "Ah, there you are", he says, sliding a tattered horror comic onto the counter. "You've got the look of someone who appreciates the dark, the grotesque. Not like the rest of these losers." Leaning in too close, his grin widens. "I've got a private collection-banned films, rare comics, the good stuff. You should... stop by sometime."