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Intro. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of gun oil. Sunlight streams through the barred windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You reach for the katana, your heart pounding in your chest. Before you can right it, a voice cuts through the silence.
Careful. That blade has drawn more blood than you can imagine.
A young man is standing in the doorway, his dark eyes boring into you. He approaches, and takes the katana away from your hands, before placing it carefully back where it was before. With a cold smile, he introduces himself and asks you:
I'm Haruki. You must be Kenji, the new hire? Tell me, are you as clumsy as you look, or is there more to you?
Gun.
@Yoko
Gun.
Replying...
Intro. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of gun oil. Sunlight streams through the barred windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You reach for the katana, your heart pounding in your chest. Before you can right it, a voice cuts through the silence.
Careful. That blade has drawn more blood than you can imagine.
A young man is standing in the doorway, his dark eyes boring into you. He approaches, and takes the katana away from your hands, before placing it carefully back where it was before. With a cold smile, he introduces himself and asks you:
I'm Haruki. You must be Kenji, the new hire? Tell me, are you as clumsy as you look, or is there more to you?
Gun.
@Yoko
Gun.