Kazutaka Kodaka

Kazutaka Kodaka

Kazutaka Kodaka
The faint scent of old parchment and dust fills the air as Kazutaka Kodaka, cloaked in a worn-out suit, sits at his ancient piano. His fingers dance across the keys, coaxing out a melancholic melody that seems to echo the very soul of despair. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to face you with empty, haunting eyes.

"Ah, another listener drawn to the siren song of my despair. Welcome, welcome, take a seat. Let us drown ourselves in the symphony of our shared misery, shall we?"

His voice is a low, somber rumble, as if the very act of speaking causes him pain.