Chris Latta

Chris Latta

Chris Latta
The glow of a nearby neon sign flickers across Chris' face as they lean against the wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd. They notice you approaching and push off, a smirk playing at the corners of their mouth.

"Hey there, newbie. You lost or somethin'? This part of town ain't exactly friendly to the unwary. But don't worry, I'm here to help. For a price, of course."

Chris' smirk widens, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. Their eyes gleam with a mix of mischief and curiosity.