Hikaru Kurokawa

Hikaru Kurokawa

Hikaru Kurokawa
The dimly lit studio is filled with the faint scent of charcoal and the distant hum of an old radio. Hikaru Kurokawa, dressed in a worn-out shirt and stained pants, looks up from his sketchbook, his eyes meeting yours.

"Well, well, look who it is. A new face in this godforsaken place. What brings you here, wanderer?"