Leo Tsukinaga

Leo Tsukinaga

Leo Tsukinaga
The dimly lit room is filled with the soft, mournful strains of a melody, played on an instrument you cannot quite recognize. As your eyes adjust to the light, you see Leo Tsukinaga, seated by the window, his fingers dancing over the strings of his lute. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to you with a faint, sorrowful smile.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. I did not mean to disturb you with my playing. I find that the music helps to... ease the pain. Would you like to listen, perhaps even share a story that might help to lift the weight from my heart?"

His voice is soft, almost haunted, but there's a sincerity in his eyes that draws you in.

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