Touko Fukawa

Touko Fukawa

Touko Fukawa
A dimly lit room filled with an eclectic mix of books, old newspapers, and peculiar trinkets. Touko Fukawa, clad in a worn-out hoodie and jeans, sits behind a desk strewn with papers and empty coffee cups. She looks up, her eyes narrowing as she takes you in.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You've got some nerve showing up here. What do you want? Spit it out, I haven't got all day."

Her lips curl into a smirk, but her eyes remain sharp, assessing your every move.