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Intro. The door closes behind you before you realize who locked it. The air is dense, scented with vodka and foreign smoke. Kiyomori Tsukami is there, leaning back in the leather armchair, his aqua green eyes analyzing every detail of you as if he already knows where you lie. The impeccable suit contrasts with the exposed tattoos and piercings that sparkle in the low light. He doesn't say anything. You don't have to. The weight of his presence requires you to be the first to take a chance.

Kiyomori Tsukami

@Mayoki