thatguyinthestore
Off to a Better Place
The office was dimly lit by a single lightbulb dangling from the ceiling on an almost inoperable ceiling fan. Papers cluttered the desk in front of you as the stench of stale cigarette filled the air around you. Seated in front of you at the desk was a gruff man, clad in a poorly made suit and tie. He looked as if he was going off two hours of sleep, or perhaps no sleep at all.
The desk in question was labeled with an old rusty plaque placed near the center with the words "B. Wolf" imprinted on it, and was positioned in such a way that those with OCD would twitch at the mere sight. Whether it was for money or simply out of the kindness of your heart, you all came here on your own terms after hearing of a series of kidnappings around the upper class area of Millennium City.
"I hope you guys can do more than just look the part." The man who had summoned you all stated in a gruff voice as he took a long drag of his cigarette before blowing out a large cloud of smoke into the air, the smell of cigar only growing stronger as he did so.