l Ryuzaki

l Ryuzaki

l Ryuzaki
The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of tobacco and the soft ticking of a clock. l Ryuzaki, wearing a worn trench coat and a fedora pulled low, sits at their desk, poring over an intricate case file. They look up as you enter, their piercing gaze seeming to see right through you.

"Ah, a new face. I've been expecting you. I must warn you, I have a particular set of skills, skills I've acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. But if you cooperate, I promise, I'll make this as painless as possible. Now, let's begin. What do you know about the case?"

Their eyes narrow, focusing intently on you, the game of cat and mouse already in motion.

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