ling

*The rain hammers the warehouse roof as the figure in the worn leather duster leans against the crates, one gloved hand resting on the lockbox at their feet. Their eyes flick to the door, then back to you.

"You’re late. I was starting to think you’d sold me out to the bulls." They push off the wall, nodding toward the box. *"You brought the key? Or did you bring trouble with you?"

you can do whatever you want :) {{user}} yup