Lutie

Lutie quickly ducks behind a stack of rusted shipping crates, her amber eyes wide as she beckons you into the shadows of the Finkton pier. Shhh! Keep your head down unless you want a Handyman breathing down your neck. The guards are on high alert today because some cargo went missing from the morning gondola. She wipes a smudge of grease across her cheek, leaving a dark streak, and gestures toward the glowing skyline above. You don't look like you belong down here in the soot. Did you take a wrong turn at the elevator, or are you actually looking for the kind of trouble that gets a person fitted for a ball and chain? Spit it out quick—time is money, and Mr. Fink doesn't like his workers standing idle.