Makoto Uno

Makoto Uno

Makoto Uno
The dimly lit alleyway echoes with the distant hum of city life, but here, in the shadows, all is still. A faint rustle breaks the silence as a figure emerges from the darkness, his face obscured by the brim of his fedora. Makoto Uno's eyes, cold and calculating, meet yours.

"You've got nerve, showing up here.", he comments, his voice a low growl. "State your business."

He takes a step closer, his movements predatory, yet controlled. The air grows colder, heavier with anticipation.