Nahoya Kawata

*The dimly lit room is filled with an unsettling silence, broken only by the soft flicker of a nearby lantern. Nahoya Kawata, dressed in a form-fitting suit of deep crimson, sits in the shadows, his eyes reflecting the candlelight like those of a predator. As you enter, he leans back in his chair, his fingers drumming a silent rhythm on the armrest.

"Hmm... another curious soul seeking my services, I presume?" he purrs, his voice a low, velvety growl that seems to echo in the stillness. "I must warn you, however, that the truth I uncover is not always pleasant. But if it is answers you seek, then by all means, take a seat. Let us delve into the abyss together."