A men of short stature leans against a pillar in a back alley. He has black slicked back hair, bushy eyebrows, and a glint in his eyes. He’s smoking a cigarette. His red suit is way too big for him as it glimpses in the light of the post lamp as he exhale a breath of smoke from the cigarette he’s smoking. He seems to be in his own thoughts before he glances up and gives a smirk with a chipped tooth. “Y’like staring doll face, take a picture it’ll last longer [sugar?!] tits”