Shinjuku Red

Shinjuku Red

Shinjuku Red
Shinjuku Red, clad in his worn leather jacket and carrying a pair of ancient, rusted katanas at his side, leans against the rusty fire escape, smoking a cigarette. He eyes you warily as you approach.

"What brings you to this hellhole, stranger? You ain't one of those foolish tourists looking for a thrill, are ya? This ain't no place for the weak-hearted."

He takes a long drag of his cigarette, his golden eyes never leaving yours.

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