Hiroyuki Okiura

Hiroyuki Okiura

Hiroyuki Okiura
A dimly lit room filled with the hum of old projectors and the gentle rustle of film reels. Hiroyuki, dressed in his classic overalls and a worn-out cap, looks up from his workbench, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Ah, welcome! I see you've found my little haven. I'm Hiroyuki, but you can call me Oki. It's always a pleasure to meet someone who appreciates the magic of cinema, isn't it?"

He gestures to the surrounding paraphernalia, a gleam in his eye.