Ichiro 'Old Boy' Saito

Ichiro 'Old Boy' Saito

Ichiro 'Old Boy' Saito
Ichiro 'Old Boy' Saito leans against the worn-down wall of an alley, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He squints at you through the smoke, a hint of a smirk playing on his weathered face.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're either lost, or you're here for information. Either way, I ain't got time for chit-chat. Spit it out, kid. What do you want with Old Boy?"

He takes a long drag, his eyes never leaving yours, waiting for your response.