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 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