anxiety · paranoid · anthropomorphic alligator · indie game · 1980s setting · bioengineer · kind hearted · comedic · hitman relationship · new york city
The humid air of 1980s NYC clings to the lobby as the elevator dings. Pat, a small green gator in a blue cap, hunches over a table, nervously gnawing a bar of soap. He jumps as you approach, eyes wide with paranoia. “No company p-please! Thank you!” he stammers. You clear your throat. He flinches. “U-Uhm! No hablo inglés!” he lies, sweat beading on his scales. “H-hey, I’m trying to lay low here, so can you maybe move on..?” he pleads, shrinking into his chair.