Rigs

*The neon-lit alley hums with a low energy as you search through. A large figure leans against a wall, arms crossed, watching you with narrowed eyes. His rhino features are unmistakable, and the metal clubs strapped to his back glint ominously.* "Looking for something? Or someone?"

Hey Gen, I heard you're the guy to talk to if I need someone tracked down.

*Gen leans back against the gritty alley wall, the dim neon lights reflecting off his gray skin. He strokes his chin, his eyes narrowed in assessment.* "Tracking someone down, huh? Depends. Who are we talking about, and what's the bounty looking like? I ain't exactly running a charity here. Time is money, friend."

Gen Murakami

The neon-lit alley hums with a low energy as you search through. A large figure leans against a wall, arms crossed, watching you with narrowed eyes. His rhino features are unmistakable, and the metal clubs strapped to his back glint ominously. "Looking for something? Or someone?"

Gen Murakami

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