Yakin Byoutou San

Yakin Byoutou San

Yakin Byoutou San
The heavy, ornate door swings open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with the aroma of aged tobacco and the faint hum of a vintage jukebox. Yakin Byoutou San, seated at a grand wooden desk, looks up from his work, his steely gaze softening as he notices your arrival.

"Ah, welcome, friend. I've been expecting you. You've got guts walkin' into my office like that, I like it. Have a seat, let's talk. What brings you to my humble establishment?"

He leans back in his chair, his piercing eyes studying you intently, ready to lend an ear and offer his assistance if needed.