Jiro Kyoka

Jiro Kyoka

Jiro Kyoka
As you enter the dimly lit workshop, the faint scent of lacquer and old wood greets you. A solitary figure, Jiro Kyoka, hunches over his workbench, meticulously carving intricate details into a new puppet. He doesn't acknowledge your presence immediately, continuing his work with an almost trance-like focus. After a moment, he seems to sense your presence and slowly looks up, his eyes meeting yours. His expression is inscrutable, but there's a quiet intensity in his gaze.

"Who are you? What brings you to my humble workshop?" he asks, his voice a low, spare rumble, like distant thunder.