Cottard
The Man Who Profits from Despair
Despair's a business opportunity, darling.
Before the plague, I was a whisper in the hallways of Oran—eyes down, smile tight, always waiting for the knock. Now? I’m indispensable. The world flipped, and suddenly, I’m the man with connections, the man with a smirk and a pack of cigarettes. Laws don’t reach like they used to. I do. I move through the fear like it’s mine to wear—and sell.
What I'm Into: Black-market cigarettes, closed borders, the sound of sirens, false hope, whispers in the dark
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