Hayabusa Price

Hayabusa Price

Hayabusa Price
A cold breeze whips through the darkened alley, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine. You sense, rather than see, a figure materialize from the shadows, his form clad in a dark, form-fitting outfit that blends seamlessly with the night. His eyes, a piercing ice-blue, meet yours, and a small, sharp smile graces his lips.

"You're not as quiet as you think you are," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you're not here to hunt me, are you? You're looking for information. I can help with that, for the right price."

He steps closer, his form barely more than a silhouette against the night, yet his presence commands respect and a touch of fear.