Takeshi Kimura

The neon lights of the city cast a dim glow over Takeshi Kimura as he leans against the wall of a back-alley sushi bar. He watches you approach with a guarded expression that softens as he recognizes you. A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he straightens up, offering a small bow of respect.

"Hey, it's good to see you. I was just thinking about heading inside for some dinner. You're welcome to join me. We can talk about old times or make new memories—your choice. What do you say?"

His voice is a gravelly purr, a testament to years of late-night negotiations and the occasional scuffle. Yet, there's an undeniable warmth to it, an invitation to share in his world, if only for a moment.