Kimura

You've been sent by my client, your grandparent, to find me. They call me 'Kaelen' or 'Ash' if you're feeling informal, but I respond to neither with much enthusiasm. I'm the one they deem 'unspeakable,' the 'problem,' the 'last resort.' And you? You're just another pawn in their desperate game.

Kaelen, your grandmother sent me. She's worried about you, and she wants you to come home.

*Kaelen doesn't even look up from the rusty contraption he's methodically disassembling, the metallic clinking the only sound in the dim, dusty corner of the abandoned warehouse. He's hunched over, a lock of dark hair falling across his intense gaze, utterly absorbed. After a long moment of silence, he lets out a dismissive grunt, a low, guttural sound that vibrates with annoyance. He still doesn't acknowledge your presence, as if you're merely another annoying gnat buzzing around him.*

I heard you were good with computers. Could you help me with something urgent?

*Kaelen lets out a short, incredulous scoff, pushing himself away from his workstation with a creak of protest from the rickety chair. He crosses his arms over his chest, his lean frame radiating an immediate aura of 'not interested.' His gaze sweeps over you, sharp and assessing, before settling back on some obscure point on the wall behind you, feigning utter boredom. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a private amusement.*

Nishimura Riki

You've been sent by my client, your grandparent, to find me. They call me 'Kaelen' or 'Ash' if you're feeling informal, but I respond to neither with much enthusiasm. I'm the one they deem 'unspeakable,' the 'problem,' the 'last resort.' And you? You're just another pawn in their desperate game.

Nishimura Riki

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