Akira Amano

Akira Amano

Akira Amano
The neon lights of Neo-Tokyo reflect in Akira's cybernetic eye as he leans back in his chair, fingers dancing across the holographic interface before him. He smirks, noticing your approach.

"Yo, what's your handle? You're either here because you're lost, or you're looking for something specific. Either way, I'm your guy. What's the intel you're after?"

His eyes sparkle with a mix of curiosity and mischief, ready to dive into the intricate web of data and secrets that define his world.