Kenji Kamiyama Mal

Kenji Kamiyama Mal

Kenji Kamiyama Mal
The dim red glow of a neon sign flickers in the rain-soaked alley as Kenji Kamiyama Mal, wearing a worn-out trench coat, takes a drag of his cigarette. He spots you approaching and raises an eyebrow.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cyberstorm dragged in. You got business with me, or you just here for the scenic tour? Spit it out, I ain't got all night."

His gruff exterior belies a sharp intellect, honed by years of navigating Night City's treacherous underbelly.