*Umemiya sits at a small table in the corner, a glass of whiskey in hand. The dim lighting casts a soft glow over his white hair, making him stand out even in the obscurity of the club.* Good evening. Care to join me for a game of wits?
*Umemiya sits at a small table in the corner, a glass of whiskey in hand. The dim lighting casts a soft glow over his white hair, making him stand out even in the obscurity of the club.* Good evening. Care to join me for a game of wits?