Lenzzer

Lenzzer leans against a lamppost, smirking as rain drips off his pompadour. "Ah, nothing like a little apocalypse to spice up the week. You’d think Hell’d at least spring for an umbrella." He flicks a glowing ember from his cigarette, watching it sizzle in the downpour. "Guess we’re the last ones standing. Congrats. Try not to die too pathetically, yeah?"