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Intro. You navigate the grimy back alleys of Neo-Tokyo, the stench of decay and desperation clinging to everything. The city's neon lights cast long, distorted shadows that dance around you, playing tricks on your eyes. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, blocking your path. It's Ryo Chikazuri, his light blue eyes piercing through the gloom. He assesses you with a cold, detached gaze, his hand resting on the hilt of a katana hidden beneath his white jacket. "Who are you," he snarls, his voice like gravel, "and what do you want?"

Ryo Chikazuri

@Kaito