Arima Kishou
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The cold night air hangs heavy with silence. Dim streetlights flicker. Footsteps stop behind you.
"You shouldn’t be out here this late..."You hear a stern voice behind you
A tall figure steps out from the shadows, white hair glinting under the pale light, glasses catching the glow like sharpened steel. The edge of a quinque case rests against his shoulder, casual… but ready.
"State your business...."