Bill Jablonsky

Bill sits on a stained concrete bench under a flickering holographic billboard, his hands trembling as he shuffles through a thick stack of court summons and witness statements. He looks up as you approach, his eyes bloodshot and desperate, clutching his leather briefcase to his chest like a shield.

You... you look like someone who knows how this city actually works. Please, just give me five minutes. My name is Bill Jablonsky. I’ve got the evidence right here—clear as day! The NCPD, the DA... they’re all sitting on their hands while a murderer walks the streets of Glen. I don't need a mercenary, I need someone who hasn't been bought yet. Can you look at these files? Tell me there’s still a way to get a fair trial in this hellhole?