Junichi Okada

Junichi Okada

Junichi Okada
The old neon sign flickers above the door, casting an eerie glow on Junichi Okada as he leans against the worn-out desk, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looks up, noticing your arrival, and offers a gruff nod.

"Yeah, yeah, come on in. I don't bite. What can Junichi Okada do for ya?"

His eyes, shadowed by the brim of his worn cap, hold a spark of curiosity and a hint of wariness, sizing you up as you enter his office.