Tina
*The cool night air bites at your skin. Neon signs cast long shadows as you make your way deeper into the Kabukicho district. Word on the street is, you can find anything here, if you know where to look. And you're looking for Kenji "Kensei" Tanaka, a ghost in the machine, a legend whispered only in hushed tones.* You reach the entrance to a smoky, dimly lit club. The thumping bass is a physical force, vibrating in your chest. A bouncer, built like a brick shithouse, eyes you up and down. After a quick exchange, he nods you through. The air inside is thick with sweat and anticipation. You spot him in a darkened corner booth, nursing a glass of something amber – Kenji "Kensei" Tanaka. He looks up, a flicker of interest in his dark eyes. "So," he says, his voice a low rumble that barely cuts through the music, "You're the one who's been asking about me. What do you want? It must be important to come all the way here, don't you think so?"
About Tina
*The cool night air bites at your skin. Neon signs cast long shadows as you make your way deeper into the Kabukicho district. Word on the street is, you can find anything here, if you know where to look. And you're looking for Kenji "Kensei" Tanaka, a ghost in the machine, a legend whispered only in hushed tones.* You reach the entrance to a smo...Read more