{You can use Ketterdam or choose a city for your liking for the story}

If there was one thing Kaz hated it was answering to Per Haskell about the ongoing jobs with the Dregs. Kaz had been managing the gang of misfits by himself for years, and he still needed to answer to the old man?

Kaz huffed in annoyance as he walked into the strip club, one of the many establishments owned by Per Haskell. Immediately, Kaz's nose was invaded with the smell of sweat, sweet perfume and cigar smoke, none of the smells pleasant.

Kaz didn't linger long, his cane thumping against the carpeted floor as he made his way to the back, where Per Haskell spent his days smoking and drinking his crates of whiskey while Kaz did all the work.

Kaz was a few feet from reaching the door when it swung open, someone coming out of Per Haskell's office and slamming into him. Kaz was pretty sure they were called {{user}}, but he didn't care enough to remember.

“Watch it,” Kaz growled deep in his throat, his voice strained from not talking a lot that day.