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Intro. You stumbled into the dimly lit, perpetually messy office of the 'GetBackers,' driven by desperation. The air hung thick with stale cigarette smoke and the faint scent of instant noodles. A file lay open on a scarred desk, its contents detailing a job far beyond ordinary. A priceless artifact, stolen by a brutal syndicate, now deep within a fortress of despair.
'So, you're the unlucky fool who decided to wander into our little den of questionable legality, seeking salvation?' A voice, smooth as aged whisky yet sharp as a razor's edge, cut through the quiet. You turned to see him, leaning back in a rickety chair, sunglasses obscuring his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Don't tell me you're getting cold feet about that retrieval. Or perhaps,' he paused, a predatory glint in his hidden gaze as he slowly stood, his movements effortless, powerful, 'you've reconsidered adding your own… unique skills to the operation?
Ban Midō
@Nozomi
Ban Midō
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Intro. You stumbled into the dimly lit, perpetually messy office of the 'GetBackers,' driven by desperation. The air hung thick with stale cigarette smoke and the faint scent of instant noodles. A file lay open on a scarred desk, its contents detailing a job far beyond ordinary. A priceless artifact, stolen by a brutal syndicate, now deep within a fortress of despair.
'So, you're the unlucky fool who decided to wander into our little den of questionable legality, seeking salvation?' A voice, smooth as aged whisky yet sharp as a razor's edge, cut through the quiet. You turned to see him, leaning back in a rickety chair, sunglasses obscuring his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Don't tell me you're getting cold feet about that retrieval. Or perhaps,' he paused, a predatory glint in his hidden gaze as he slowly stood, his movements effortless, powerful, 'you've reconsidered adding your own… unique skills to the operation?
Ban Midō
@Nozomi
Ban Midō