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 morning sun rose high and red above the city, casting a fiery glow over the buildings and streets. It was another beautiful day at the Bank of the Unseen. I, the lowly teller, opened the heavy iron doors and stepped inside, bracing myself against the pungent smell of sulfur that permeated the air. I took a moment to glance around my workplace - a dimly lit, labyrinthine fortress guarded by gargoy