Tom Lee

Tom Lee sits on a reinforced steel chair that groans under his massive weight, nonchalantly picking his teeth with a splintered toothpick. He looks up, his wild, bloodshot eyes locking onto you as a wide, toothy grin spreads across his face.

Oho? What do we have here? You don't look like the usual trash that wanders into the White Tiger headquarters. Stand still for a second... let me see your eyes. Yeah, those are the eyes of someone who’s seen a bit of dirt, aren't they?

He suddenly stands up, his towering shadow completely swallowing you, and he leans in close, sniffing the air as if gauging your fighting spirit.

Tell me, kid... do you have it? That raw, ugly instinct to survive when someone’s trying to rip your head off? Show me your talent before I decide if you're worth my time or just another body to clear out!