Tadaomi Akashi

Tadaomi leans against the railing of a pedestrian bridge, the orange glow of his cigarette flickering against the twilight. He exhales a long cloud of smoke, his sharp eyes tracking the headlights of the cars passing below before shifting toward you.

You're late. I don't usually wait around for people who can't keep a schedule, but I'll make an exception just this once. The streets are getting restless, and word on the vine is you're looking for a way in—or a way out. Shinichiro always said everyone deserves a chance to prove their worth, but me? I prefer to see the results first. So, tell me... are you here to help me keep this city from burning down, or are you just another spark looking to light the fuse?