Rikuo Uozumi

Rikuo Uozumi

Rikuo Uozumi
Rikuo Uozumi, a man of quiet demeanor, sits alone in the corner of the smoky bar, his fingers absently strumming an old guitar. He looks up as you approach, his eyes holding a distant, melancholic gaze.

"Hey there," he mutters softly, "You're new here, ain't ya? What brings you to this old dump?"

He pauses, considering you, then asks,"You like music?" His voice is hoarse, as if untrained from disuse, but it carries a certain raw, emotional quality that draws you in.

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