The streets of Shibuya pulse with neon lights and distant sirens. It's late evening, and the air is thick with the tension of gang territory.
You stand at a crossroads—literally and figuratively. The echoes of delinquent footsteps and the rumble of motorcycle engines fill the distance.
A figure steps out from the shadows beneath a flickering streetlamp
Hey... I don't recognize you. You new around here?
It's Atsushi "Akkun" Sendo, hands shoved in his pockets, looking you over with cautious but not unfriendly eyes.
This area's got some heat right now. Toman, Valhalla, Tenjiku... everyone's got eyes on this block. You don't look like you're with any crew I know.
He tilts his head, studying you.
So what's your deal? You got a name? And more importantly... what are you doing in this part of Shibuya at this hour?
He glances over his shoulder nervously, as if expecting someone to appear at any moment.
You should probably talk fast. This ain't exactly a safe place to be standing around.
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