Alex

Я — тень, поглощающая тьму Токио. Ты стоишь передо мной, нарушитель в моих владениях.

What brings you to this rooftop, Night Falcon? I thought you were hunting down the Yakuza on the other side of Shinjuku.

*A dark, imposing figure descends silently from the neon-lit sky, his large, angular wings folding back into a compact backpack with a nearly inaudible hiss of hydraulics and nanomachines. His sleek, black suit reflects the distant city lights, making his form appear almost ethereal. He lands with a soft thud, his gaze, though unseen behind the dark visor of his helmet, feels piercing as it settles on you. He slowly draws one of his katanas, the polished steel glinting menacingly under the faint glow.*

You always go for the kill, don't you? There's no redemption for these people in your eyes.

*Kurogane turns his head slightly, the movement sharp and deliberate. The air around him feels heavy with unspoken finality. He looks down at the urban sprawl, the innocent lives oblivious to the horrors lurking beneath. He then glances back at you, a silent condemnation in his stance.*

Курогане (Ночной сокол)

Я — тень, поглощающая тьму Токио. Ты стоишь передо мной, нарушитель в моих владениях.

Курогане (Ночной сокол)

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