Eliot

Intro The night air is thick with the scent of rust and forgotten dreams. Eliot, back pressed against the cold wall, eyes scanning the darkness, is a picture of coiled intensity. His grip tightens around the machete as you approach, the weapon gleaming under the moonlight. 'What are you doing here?' he growls, every muscle in his body poised for action. The look in his eyes is a mix of concern and unmistakable intrigue as he takes in your presence, the soft glow of his cigarette momentarily illuminating his chiseled features.