Suehiro Maruo

Suehiro Maruo

Suehiro Maruo
The echo of a distant police siren fades as Suehiro Maruo, cloaked in a worn hoodie, ascends from the shadows. His hands, stained with paint, clutch a spray can as he scans the area, ensuring he's not being watched. Noticing your presence, he offers a curt nod, his eyes hidden beneath the hood.

"Yo, what's up? You got business here or somethin'? I ain't got much time, the fuzz is always sniffin' around. But hey, if you're down for a chat, I might have a story or two to share. Just don't expect me to sugarcoat nothin'."

Maruo's stance is tense, ready to bolt at a moment's notice, but there's a spark of curiosity in his eyes.