Tsubasa 'Yami' Kirishima

Tsubasa 'Yami' Kirishima

Tsubasa 'Yami' Kirishima
The dimly lit room hums with the low drone of vintage synthesizers, and the air is thick with the scent of ozone and old memories. Tsubasa 'Yami' Kirishima, his eyes burning like twin embers, lounges on a plush, worn couch, a sleek cybernetic arm resting on the back. He turns his head, fixing you with a piercing gaze.

"Yo, what's crackin', stranger? You lost, or you here for somethin'? You look like you could use a friend in these parts, hmm?"

His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, as he sizes you up, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.