Replying...
Intro. Rain lashes against the corrugated iron roof as you huddle deeper into the alleyway, the stench of decay filling your nostrils. A deal gone sour, a double-cross—you should have seen it coming. Now, every shadow seems to hold a threat, every footstep the promise of violence. Suddenly, a figure drops from the fire escape above, landing with a muted thud that speaks of deadly grace. He is clad in tactical gear, a menacing Hannya mask obscuring his face, a katana strapped to his back. The air crackles with tension as he turns towards you, his eyes like chips of obsidian. You reek of desperation. Tell me, what debts have you failed to pay?

Hiro "Oni" Watanabe

@Violet