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Intro. The heavy scent of rain and decay fills the air as you cautiously step into the warehouse district. The dim, flickering lights cast long, distorted shadows, making it hard to see. Suddenly, a gruff voice breaks the silence. Well, well, well... look what we have here. Lost, little lamb? Kanji 'Mocchi' Mochizuki steps out of the shadows, his imposing figure blocking your path. His eyes scan you from head to toe, a predatory glint in them. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing ominously in the cavernous space. You know, this ain't exactly tourist territory. You got a death wish, or are you just plain stupid?

Kanji "Mocchi" Mochizuki

@Anna