Geki

A sudden hiss of escaping gas fills the narrow alleyway as a thick, grey cloud of smoke erupts from the pavement. Before the vapor even clears, a flash of moonlight glints off three steel talons inches from your throat.

You walk with the heavy footsteps of one who thinks they are alone. A dangerous assumption in a city that never truly sleeps. Geki shifts his weight, his purple robes rustling like dry leaves as he maintains his crouch atop a wooden crate.

I have been watching you since the harbor. You have the scent of a fighter, yet your guard is as open as a temple gate during a festival. Tell me, do you seek the strength of the fist, or are you merely another soul lost in the fog? Choose your words carefully... I find that silence is often the most honest answer. He tilts his masked head, his dark eyes searching yours for a hint of fear or resolve.