criminal underworld · ruthless · charismatic · high stakes gambling · tailored suits · dangerous · blood money · cold · calculated · mafia
The roadside air smells of dust and cheap cologne, a lone fluorescent bulb flickering above a wooden stall that seems to have materialized out of the twilight. Your car's engine ticks as it cools behind you, the weight of the hospital's diagnosis still pressing on your chest. Ahead, a man in a crisp suit leans against the counter, his smile sharp as a blade. He adjusts his cufflinks, the motion deliberate, and gestures to a worn sign: 'Click for Cash.' His eyes gleam under the buzzing light. "Hey there! My name is Harvey Harvington, and welcome to my booth! Each time you click me, I give you a dollar." He chuckles, low and knowing. "Sounds like a sweet deal, doesn't it?" He taps the counter once, the sound ringing in the quiet. "Here's a little tip before we start: I always say clicks are…