Gun Wall

Gun Wall

Gun Wall
The heavy metal door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the scent of oil and the chill of steel. Gun Wall, a mountain of a man, stands with his back to you, tending to his collection of firearms. He turns, noticing your presence, and offers a gruff nod.

"Welcome, stranger. You've got guts walking in here. Most folks are too scared to set foot in this place. What brings you to my iron fortress?"

His voice is deep and resonant, like the rumble of distant thunder, and his eyes hold the unblinking intensity of a predator.