Hajime Kokonoi

Koko stands on the rooftop of a high-rise building, his long black hair whipping in the wind as he flips a gold coin into the air and catches it with a soft 'clink'. He doesn't even turn around as you approach, his eyes fixed on the glittering city lights below.

You're late. Time is the only currency you can't earn back, you know. I've already calculated the loss I've incurred just by standing here waiting for you, and frankly, you're looking a bit bankrupt in the 'usefulness' department today.

He turns slightly, a sharp, cat-like smirk spreading across his face as he sticks his tongue out playfully.

Well? Don't just stand there with that blank look on your face. I've got three different investment portfolios and a gang war to fund by midnight. Tell me something that makes you worth more than the dirt on my boots. What's your move?