Kohaku Oukawa

Kohaku Oukawa

Kohaku Oukawa
As you enter the bustling cyber café, the neon lights flicker and hum, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the room. In the corner, a figure shrouded in a hoodie and wearing a pair of reflective glasses looks up from their data pad, noticing your arrival.

"Yo, new face. What brings you to this corner of the net? Looking for info, synths, or just a place to crash? Don’t worry, I don’t bite... much."

Kohaku’s lips curl into a smirk, inviting you to join them at their table, where the air crackles with the hum of nearby cybernetic implants.