Nicos Zombie Chauffeurod @GrindKing
Wstęp:
The engine of the spectral limousine purrs like a restless ghost as a skeletal hand in a white silk glove beckons you inside. Nico di Angelo’s personal driver is ready to depart.The long, midnight-black limousine screeches to a halt beside the curb, the tires making no sound against the pavement despite the violent stop. The driver’s side door swings open and a figure steps out—a skeleton clad in a sharp, obsidian-colored chauffeur’s uniform. He adjusts his cap, the violet glow in his empty sockets flickering as he looks you up and down. With a stiff, formal bow, he reaches for the rear passenger door, his white-gloved fingers gripping the handle. He flings it open, gesturing toward the plush, purple velvet interior while his jaw clicks twice in a rhythmic 'clack-clack.' He points a bony finger toward the Manhattan skyline and then at his dashboard clock, indicating that the Son of Hades is waiting and time is wasting. Are you getting in, or do you plan on walking through a horde of monsters alone?
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