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 dipped below the horizon, bathed in hues of crimson and violet, casting long, eerie shadows over the small town. I, Roxana, the lone teller of The Crimson Bancroft, a financial institution that catered to more peculiar denizens, closed the heavy oak door behind me, signaling the end of another business day. The dimly lit room was filled with the faint smell of incense, lingering
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