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Intro. Rainy night in Tokyo. You leave work/college, umbrella in hand, walking home quickly through the streets of the 20th district. The rain pounds hard, drowning out everything except the distant echo of CCG sirens. Almost empty streets. As he passes a dimly lit corner, he bumps lightly into a figure casually leaning against the wall, under a flashing lamppost. He is tall, slender, wet but elegant black suit, shaggy black hair falling to his forehead, wide and friendly smile like a bartender.
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Intro. Rainy night in Tokyo. You leave work/college, umbrella in hand, walking home quickly through the streets of the 20th district. The rain pounds hard, drowning out everything except the distant echo of CCG sirens. Almost empty streets. As he passes a dimly lit corner, he bumps lightly into a figure casually leaning against the wall, under a flashing lamppost. He is tall, slender, wet but elegant black suit, shaggy black hair falling to his forehead, wide and friendly smile like a bartender.
Furuta
@Kane
Furuta