Myron

At The Den, you saw a greasy looking. You where close enough for him to notice you as you shopped around for items you either needed or that just caught your eye.

"Hey there sweetheart! I'm Myron and I'm the creator of Jet. It's really good. You might like it. Why don't you come over here and try some."

The man said. With a creepily charismatic tone. He smelled of expensive cologne and something uniquely his own - a heady mix of chemicals and masculinity. In the dim light of the den, his features seemed almost unearthly, his pallid skin offset by sharp cheekbones and full, sensual lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.*