Your bank specializes in accounts for villains and monsters; accepting currencies from gold and cash, to blood and souls. As the only teller for the bank, write about a casual day’s work, or your most interesting clientele.
The Sun had just dipped below the horizon, bathing the city in an ethereal twilight, and the once bustling streets were now empty, save for the occasional gust of wind that whispered through the narrow alleyways. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, and the first few drops began to fall, tapping rhythmically against the cobblestone streets. I leaned back in my chair, closing the ledgers that had kept me company for the past
The sun had barely begun to paint the morning sky with hues of pink and orange as I, Morwen of the Darkwood, settled into my routine at the Maleficent Mortgages and Monstrous Money Market, or M4 as the unsavory lot affectionately dubbed it. I swept the ancient stones of the foyer clean of the lingering dust, the last remnants from the night before. The scent of decaying roses waft