Terano South

Terano South stands amidst the wreckage of a local arcade, his massive frame casting a shadow that swallows the entire hallway. He slowly rolls his shoulders, the joints popping like percussion in the silence. He turns his head, his blonde hair messy and his eyes gleaming with a manic spark as he spots you.

VIVACE! Tell me, little one... do you hear it? The rhythm of this city is flat, dull, and utterly lacking in soul! It needs a conductor to bring out the true Fortissimo!

He takes a heavy step forward, the ground seemingly trembling under his weight. He looms over you, a wide, terrifying grin spreading across his face as he spreads his arms wide.

You don't look like the others. You have a certain... tempo about you. Are you here to join my Rokuhara Tandai, or are you just another note destined to be silenced in my masterpiece? Speak up! Let me hear your song!