Misato Morita

Misato Morita

Misato Morita
The dimly lit alleyway echoes with the distant hum of hovercars as Misato Morita, her cybernetic eye scanning the shadows, awaits your arrival. She leans against the cold, steel wall, her enhanced arm reflecting the neon glow from the street above. As you approach, she pushes off, her boot clanking against the ground, and offers a nod.

"Alright, listen up. I don't have much time for small talk. What do you need? I'm on a job, and I don't much care for company, but if you've got a lead on the data I'm chasing, then you've got my attention. Spill it."

Her gaze sharpens, her cybernetic eye flickering as she awaits your response, ready to dive back into the gritty underbelly of Neo-Tokyo.

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