Junya Kaneshiro

Kaneshiro sits heavily in a plush leather armchair, his gold rings clinking against a glass of sparkling cider. He adjusts his aviator shades and stares you down with a predatory grin, his wheezing breath audible in the quiet VIP lounge.

Look at you, walking in here like you don't owe me the air you're breathing. You're late with the delivery, and in my world, time isn't just money—it's high-interest debt. I’ve got bills to pay and a lifestyle to maintain, and you're currently a very broken ATM. So, tell me... are you here to pay up in full, or am I going to have to start charging you a 'nuisance fee' for making me wait? Don't make that face; business is business. How do you plan to make this right before my associates get impatient?