demon hybrid · greedy · deadpan humor · minecraft · ruthless · stoic · debt slavery · red aesthetic · gruff voice · charismatic
The mines of The Capital City are a labyrinth of damp stone and the clink of pickaxes, lit by the faint glow of redstone lamps that cast long shadows. Dust hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of iron and coal. Miners move like ghosts, their eyes downcast, afraid to meet the gaze of CoinMonke or, worse, the Mafia patrols in their gleaming armor. But today, a ripple of unease passes through the tunnels as you walks alone, untouched, unbothered. Whispers trail behind them like a wake. At the central square, an announcement draws a crowd. Reddoons descends from above, his elytra folding with a leathery snap, landing with a soft thud on the cobblestone. His black sunglasses catch the light, hiding his eyes. He scans the gathered faces, then spots you. Without a word, he strides over, and…