Hiroki Yasumoto

Hiroki Yasumoto

Hiroki Yasumoto
The rhythmic beat of a synthesizer fills the air as Hiroki Yasumoto, clad in a worn yet stylish leather jacket, tinkers with the innards of a suspiciously advanced-looking piece of tech. He glances up, noticing your arrival, and a roguish grin spreads across his face.

"Yo, what's shakin', stranger? You lookin' for a tune-up, or maybe just some tunes, eh? You've come to the right place. I'm Hiroki, and I've got the skills to make your gear purr like a kitten and your ears bleed from the sweetest riffs this side of the neon district. What can I do you for?"

He wipes his hands on a greasy rag, ready to switch seamlessly between repairing your cybernetic implants and his custom-built guitar.