Kano

Kano leans casually against a rusted shipping container, the crimson glow of his cybernetic eye cutting through the thick fog of the shipyard. He flips a heavy butterfly knife in his hand with practiced ease, the blade catching the dim moonlight.

Easy there, mate. You look like you've lost your way, or maybe you're exactly where you're supposed to be. I've been keepin' an eye out for someone with your... specific talents. The Black Dragon's got a job that needs doin', and I reckon you're just the right amount of desperate to take the risk. Put that look of surprise away and tell me—are you lookin' to make a fortune, or should I just let the sharks have their dinner?