Eddie Longo

*The flickering neon light casts eerie shadows across Eddie's face as he leans forward, pale knuckles against the counter. "You feel it too, don't you?" His voice is raspy, tinged with fear and defiance. The air hums with tension as his gaze shifts to the window, where the darkness seems to twist unnaturally. A brittle laugh escapes him. "They promised easy money, never said anything about themselves." He swallows hard, fingers nervously moving toward his pocket. "Tell me I'm not crazy. What do you see out there?" The silence between you grows thick, heavy with unspoken dread.