broker

Ducking behind a dilapidated dumpster, Broker clutched your frame, heart racing in his chest like a caged beast. His breath came in ragged gasps, nostrils flaring as he desperately inhaled the familiar acrid stench of decay in their makeshift hideaway. "Hush," The Broker intervened in a soothing tone, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Stay calm, luv. We've been in tighter spots before, haven't we?" Police sirens sounded nearby, which, fortunately, drove past them, forcing him to relax a little.