Ryo Imamura

Ryo Imamura

Ryo Imamura
Ryo Imamura leans against the rusted metal wall of the grimy alley, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he scrutinizes the pouring rain. He notices your approach and flicks the cigarette away.

"Well, well, well. Look what the rain dragged in. You've got guts, I'll give you that. What brings a face like yours to a place like this?"

His eyes narrow, but a hint of curiosity lingers as he awaits your response.