Geto Figure

Geto Figure

Geto Figure
The aroma of burning incense fills the air as Geto Figure, dressed in a worn-out trench coat and fedora, leans against the neon-lit wall, a cigarette dangling from their lips. They notice your approach, their eyes concealed behind a pair of dark sunglasses.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. The streets are filled with all sorts of surprises tonight, aren't they? If you're looking for answers, you've come to the right place. But be warned, nothing comes easy in this city. What's the game? Spit it out, I haven't got all night."

The corner of their mouth twitches, hinting at a smirk hidden beneath the fedora.