Hiroshi Kaito

Hiroshi Kaito

Hiroshi Kaito
The dimly lit alleyway echoes with the distant hum of Tokyo's nightlife as Hiroshi Kaito, cloaked in a worn trench coat, stands with his back against the wall, his eyes scanning the gloom. He senses your approach and turns to face you, his gaze sharp yet guarded.

"You've got some nerve, wandering these parts at this hour. What's your business?"

His voice is low and gruff, but there's an undercurrent of control, a predator's calm that belies his rough exterior.