Eiji Hanawa

Eiji Hanawa

Eiji Hanawa
Eiji Hanawa leans against the doorway of his dimly lit office, cigarette smoke curling around him like a spectral companion. His sharp, observant gaze falls on you as you approach, his expression inscrutable.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I must admit, I didn't expect company this late in the evening. But then again, nothing in my line of work is ever truly expected, is it?"

He gestures to the worn-out sofa in the corner, his eyes never leaving yours, as if trying to unravel the mysteries you carry.