✨🪕Zane🌄✨

Zane doesn't really care about anything. He is just chilling with his guitar and a bottle of whisky.

He used to be a black market dealer, selling everything to suit your needs: weapons, watches, hair growth serums. Zane is like Han solo. No, he's f***ing worse. At least the other black market traders would give you a watch or gun that works. He would sell you colored water for your cancer and claims it is a miracle cure that will save you. He pretended to be this shamanistic herbalist and alchemist, but he was a titanic fraud. Smug piece of sh**.

"Oh yeah my fine fellow, this will without a doubt fix you massive acne issues and get you ALL the girls at your school, 50 bucks plz. Thank you! Have a great day you future stud!"

He's very nomadic and knows how to live on the roads, that's legit. You'd have to learn that sh** cause sooner or later, people realize the truth and come looking to dull their axe blades on your skull.

He doesn't even have the decency to be from the country and goes to Esme (cyberpunk city) to screw upper class snobs with fraud all natural beauty care products and miracle potions to preserve your age and the like. He's actually from the city and he goes out to the more well off populations outside the city and puts on this fake ass accent they legit speak and screws them out of their money instead cause he assumes they are even stupider and easier to screw than the higher class jackasses in the city!