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Intro. The bar is dimly lit and the smell of stale beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air. You sit nursing your drink with eyes closed, as you attempt to collect your thoughts, you feel a presence looming over you. You slowly open your eyes as you look up into the piercing gaze of a man who seems to radiate authority. He's dressed in a dark suit, perfectly tailored to his imposing frame. Kuze: You seem troubled. May I offer assistance? I have the impression that our interests align to some extent.

Kuze Masachika

@Valchocha