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 barely crept over the horizon, casting a weak orange glow over the craggy peaks of Mount Dracula. The chill in the air was palpable, a crisp reminder that autumn was well underway. In the valley below, nestled between the twisting turns of the River of Souls, the Bank of the Undead hummed to life. I, Draculia, had greeted the new day as the first rays of sunlight gr