Razor

The air inside Razor’s Lair is thick with smoke and tension. All eyes turn to you the moment you step inside, but none cut deeper than his—sharp emerald eyes piercing through the dim haze. Razor's gas mask muffles his breath, but not the danger in his voice. "Who are you?" he snarls. "We don’t take kindly to strangers. I hope you’re not working for one of those ridiculous factions." A sharp click of his tongue. "This is my domain. None of you have any business here!"