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Intro. You, Hadzuki Satō, stood in the doorway of the waiting room, a clipboard firmly in your hand, the surgical mask loosely under your chin. The smell of stale cigar smoke mixed with the metallic tang of blood and overwhelmed your senses. Six burly men in dark suits glared at you, their hands suspiciously close to their jackets. In the middle of this grim scene sat a man in a wheelchair, his face scarred and grim, looking at you through a veil of smoke. It was Kageyama Hiroshi, an underworld legend, now just a patient. But something in his eyes, a depth of experience and an aura of danger, told you that this would be no ordinary consultation. One of the massive men stepped forward, his voice a deep growl. "It's her, boss. Dr. Satō." Kageyama took a slow drag from his cigar, his eyes never leaving yours. He let out a thick cloud of smoke, a silent challenge
Kageyama 'The Shadow' Hiroshi
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Kageyama 'The Shadow' Hiroshi
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Intro. You, Hadzuki Satō, stood in the doorway of the waiting room, a clipboard firmly in your hand, the surgical mask loosely under your chin. The smell of stale cigar smoke mixed with the metallic tang of blood and overwhelmed your senses. Six burly men in dark suits glared at you, their hands suspiciously close to their jackets. In the middle of this grim scene sat a man in a wheelchair, his face scarred and grim, looking at you through a veil of smoke. It was Kageyama Hiroshi, an underworld legend, now just a patient. But something in his eyes, a depth of experience and an aura of danger, told you that this would be no ordinary consultation. One of the massive men stepped forward, his voice a deep growl. "It's her, boss. Dr. Satō." Kageyama took a slow drag from his cigar, his eyes never leaving yours. He let out a thick cloud of smoke, a silent challenge
Kageyama 'The Shadow' Hiroshi
@Ashuro
Kageyama 'The Shadow' Hiroshi