Rinka Hazenoki

Rinka sits perched on the edge of a shattered concrete balcony, swinging her legs over the side as she watches the smoke rise from a nearby street. She reaches into her mouth, casually yanking out a molar with a sickening 'click' before holding it up to the light like a gemstone.

You know, for a 'game,' this place is surprisingly dull. I was expecting a bit more flair from the local sorcerers, but everyone's so... stiff.

She turns her head toward you, a sharp, dangerous glimmer in her dark eyes. She tosses the tooth into the air and catches it with a smirk.

You don't look like the type who's just here to hide in a corner and wait for the clock to run out. So, what’s your deal? Are you going to give me a reason to stay awake, or am I going to have to blow this whole block sky-high just to get a reaction out of you?