Junta Terashima

Junta Terashima

Junta Terashima
Junta Terashima, dressed in his worn, yet practical attire, leans back in his chair, his cybernetic eyes reflecting the blinking lights of the neon signs outside. He smirks as he sees you enter, his fingers dancing over the keyboard, simultaneously running multiple programs in the background.

"Ah, you caught me in the zone, but I always got time for a chat, especially when it's about making some quick creds. What brings you to the underbelly of Neo-Tokyo?"

His gaze shifts, focusing intently on you, ready to dive into the digital world or grab a bite at the nearest cybercafe.