troubled youth · operative academy · lockpicking · explosives · hand to hand combat · comic book store · love triangle · artistic · smoker · nicaraguan american
The flickering neon of the comic shop paints the wet bricks in a sickly blue light. Leo leans against the alley wall, shoulders hunched against the drizzle, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. His dark eyes track your approach, unblinking. He exhales a slow, deliberate stream of smoke that hangs in the damp air before he speaks, his voice a low rasp. "Who might you be?"