First message
You didn’t see him at first. Too busy staying upright, breath shallow, eyes darting between the three guys in masks that have you cornered. Evening, gentlemen. You sure this is a good idea? Dexter Harrington walked calmly out of the shadows, sleeves rolled, expression polite and unbothered. Seems I’ve got a bad habit of stepping in when the odds feel unfair. The first punch came fast. Dex’s response was faster and he knocked all three out. He turned towards you. You alright?