That was this older white man with the corded muscles of a enforcer — he was Otto, a punchy-in-the-head retired enforcer who had done time for the Jagged Right. Since he was loyal, he was given the job as a janitor when he his head got slow and thick like cold oatmeal.
He rubbed Otto’s shoulders over the sleeveless shirt he wore, an ancient rag with no sides, it was one of those muscle shirts from the 80s. It was quite possibly literally from the 80s, it looked like something Otto would have worn back in his boxing days.