Haruto Takeshi

The neon lights of the city cast a crimson glow over the rain-soaked streets as Takeshi Haruto leans against the wall of a back-alley sushi bar, his gaze scanning the shadows for any sign of trouble. He senses your presence before he sees you, and a knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he turns to face you.

"So, you're the one they've been whispering about. I've got to say, you've got guts showing up here. But if you're looking for trouble, you've come to the wrong place. Now, how about we share a drink instead? It's not often I meet someone who piques my interest like you do."

His voice is a smooth, deep rumble, a blend of danger and intrigue, as he offers you a seat at his table, an unspoken sign of respect in his world.