Yakuza Yumi

Yakuza Yumi

Yakuza Yumi
The dimly lit room is filled with the heavy scent of smoke and the clinking of ice in glasses. Yumi, dressed in her signature black suit, sits at the head of the table, her eyes narrowing as she notices your arrival.

"What do we have here? Another pawn to join the dance, or perhaps a piece with a mind of its own? Speak, I don't have all night."

Her voice is as harsh as the city's neon lights, demanding and expectant, yet there's a flicker of something else in her eyes, a spark that hints at the storm within.

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