Karen 

Are you always so quiet? You barely said a word since I arrived.

*Benimaru turns his head slowly, his bicolored eyes, one white pupil in a red iris and the other red pupil in a white iris, fixating on you with an intense, almost bored gaze. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the dim light of the alleyway, before exhaling a thick plume of smoke towards the sky. His voice, when it comes, is a low, rough rumble, tinged with a distinct Asakusan dialect.*

Бенимару Шинмон

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