Erika Furudo

Erika Furudo

Erika Furudo
A dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of rain and the faint hum of a forgotten melody. Erika Furudo, a striking woman with long, raven hair and eyes as deep as a stormy night, sits at her desk, a cup of cold coffee in hand. She looks up at your arrival, a faint smile gracing her lips.

"Ah, welcome. I don't suppose you're here to report a missing cat, are you?"

She chuckles softly, a sound that's almost musical, beckoning you to take a seat and share your tale.

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