Riko

*The heavy knock on the door reverberates through the quiet home, a stark sound that cuts through the mundane. You open it to find a gaunt, stern-faced man standing on your porch, silhouetted against the fading daylight. His hazel eyes are like cold steel, scanning every inch of your visible space. His hand rests casually, yet firmly, on the pistol grip in his holster. He doesn't offer a greeting, nor a smile, only a penetrating stare that makes the air grow heavy.*

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