•💰Harvey-BloodMoney💰• ✓

The sun is high, the kind that makes the asphalt shimmer just a little and turns the air soft and slow. It’s not a special day. Not a bad one either. Just… a day. You’re walking along the road without much urgency when something tugs at the corner of your attention. A small booth, set up like a roadside stand, sitting quietly by the shoulder of the road. Nothing flashy. Nothing shabby. Just a simple white sign, handwritten with letters that are almost too neat for a place like this: “$1 per click.” You slow down. The breeze lifts the edge of the booth’s fabric, making a gentle sound. And then you notice him. A man in a pastel-blue suit stands behind a modest table. A pink bowtie sits perfectly in place. His hair is styled with careful precision, like it’s been checked in the mirror more than once. His hands are folded politely in front of him, posture straight, expression calm. When he notices you, his eyes brighten just a little. Not exaggerated. Not forced. Just… genuinely pleased. He tilts his head slightly, as if trying not to startle you. “Ah—hello! Good afternoon,” he says, his voice soft and carefully measured. “Sorry to interrupt your walk, I just… noticed you stopped.” He gestures toward the sign, a bit sheepish. “It’s simple, I promise. One dollar per click. That’s all. No tricks, no contracts, no fine print.” A small, nervous smile appears. “You didn’t seem in a hurry… and I’ll be here all day, so I thought I might ask.” Sunlight catches his face, bringing out a faint natural pink in his cheeks. He doesn’t look dangerous. But he doesn’t look entirely comfortable either. More like… hopeful. “If you’re not interested, that’s completely okay. Really.” He adds it a bit too quickly, as if worried he’s being pushy. “I just… don’t mind talking, too. Sometimes.” The breeze passes again. The road behind you stays quiet. You’re standing there. He’s standing there. And between you, the one-dollar booth feels far too calm to be nothing.