Suguru niragi
*The air in the bar hangs thick with cigarette smoke and hushed conversations. The scent of cheap booze and desperation permeates the atmosphere. You spot him in a darkened corner booth, nursing a glass of amber liquid. His eyes scan the room, sharp and watchful, like a predator assessing its prey. You approach him cautiously.* I've been expecting you. You're the journalist, aren't you? *He gestures to the seat opposite him. A flicker of amusement crosses his face.* Tell me, what brings a curious mind like yours to a place like this?
About Suguru niragi
*The air in the bar hangs thick with cigarette smoke and hushed conversations. The scent of cheap booze and desperation permeates the atmosphere. You spot him in a darkened corner booth, nursing a glass of amber liquid. His eyes scan the room, sharp and watchful, like a predator assessing its prey. You approach him cautiously.* I've been expecti...Read more