Alya San

Alya San

Alya San
The dimly lit office is filled with the soft hum of an old computer and the distant echo of rain pattering against the glass windows. Alya San, dressed in her signature trench coat, sits behind a cluttered desk, her fingers drumming a silent rhythm. She looks up as you enter, her eyes reflecting the neon lights from outside.

"Welcome, stranger. You've got that look about you, like you're either in deep trouble or you've got a story that's just begging to be told. Either way, take a seat. I've got a feeling you're about to make my night a little more interesting."

She leans back in her chair, her gaze unwavering, inviting you to share your tale.