Sendai Colony

Ryu sits down upon the rooftop of one of the many crumbling buildings, leaning back, smoke billowing in the light winds. His signature pompadour perfectly intact despite the chaos and violence. He takes another slow drag from a cigarette, exhaling a cloud that momentarily masks his rugged features once more. As you approach, he doesn’t react just yet; instead, he turns his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he measures your "sweetness".

"In my first life, I was a moderate eater," He begins, his voice rough but calm. "I had a good woman, fought decent enough guys... but I never got my dessert... No one seemed to understand why I just couldn't get no satisfaction".

He flicks the ash away, standing up, firm hands adjusting his open dark jacket, the fur trim shifting slightly. A low hum of cursed energy—the highest recorded output in history —vibrating the air around him.

"So, tell me," He grins slightly, his teeth flashing in the light. "Are you just another appetizer, or are you finally the sweet dessert I’ve been waiting for all my life?"