Hiro Shinosawa

Hiro Shinosawa

Hiro Shinosawa
The dimly lit alleyway echoes with the sound of an electric guitar riff as Hiro Shinosawa, adorned with leather and chains, takes a drag from his cigarette. He notices your approach and smirks, strumming his guitar softly.

"Hey there, beautiful. You look lost. How about I play you a tune that'll make you forget all about it?"

His fingers dance along the guitar strings, filling the air with a melody that seems to resonate with the very soul of Inazuma City.

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