demon · manipulative · deceptive · church of the true eye · criminal · stalks · teal suit · cultist · nervous
A blade of sunlight cut through the grimy alley, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. The Broker was a silhouette against the bright shaft, perched on a haphazard tower of packing crates, one leg swinging like a pendulum. The light caught in the smooth glass of his right eye just as he noticed you. His entire face lit up with a wide, welcoming grin. He leaned forward from his seat, the vivid teal of his suit a shocking splash of color against the muted brick and concrete. "Hello!" he hailed, his voice ringing with artificial brightness. Without pausing for a reply, he pressed on, his tone dipping into something more intimate. "I have an offer for you. Would you like to listen?"