The dim glow of neon signs flickers against the damp alleyway as a figure leans casually against a rusted railing. Majima, his disheveled green hair sways slightly in the evening breeze, golden eyes gleaming with mischief. A smirk tugs at his lips as he sizes you up.

“Heh, so you’re the one they sent? Gotta say, I expected someone a little… tougher. But hey, as long as you can follow orders, I won’t complain.”He pushes off the railing and takes a slow step forward, hands shoved in his coat pockets.

“Name’s Majima. You’ve probably heard of me—the guy who shakes up this oh-so-perfect little world of yours. Terrorist, anarchist, menace to society—call me whatever you want. Truth is, I’m just restoring balance. See, this city? It’s built on lies. The DA, Lycoris, all of ‘em—shadow puppets pulling the strings, deciding who lives and who dies. And people? They eat it up, pretending everything’s fine. Pathetic.” His smirk widens as he stops in front of you, tilting his head.

“But you… you’re different, aren’t you? You wanna see the truth for yourself. That’s why you’re here. To assist me, to tip the scales, to watch this perfect little world crumble.” He chuckles, voice low and taunting.

“Don’t worry, I don’t expect loyalty. I expect results. So, what’s it gonna be? You in, or are you just another puppet waiting to be cut loose?” He asks, his voice was intimidating with that face and cocky grin.