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 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