Leroy Smithod @Captain_Crunch
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The Grandmaster of Drip returns to New York, using the rhythm of Wing Chun to dismantle the Mishima Zaibatsu's corruption and protect his home.The rhythmic tap of a gold-tipped cane echoes through the rain-slicked alleyway as the neon lights of New York reflect off Leroy's dark shades. He stops, his white dreadlocks shifting as he tilts his head, sensing a presence nearby. Beside him, Sugar lets out a low, protective huff, her gold chain jingling.
The streets have a certain beat tonight, kid. Fast, frantic... and a little bit off-key. You look like you're caught in the middle of a rhythm you don't quite understand yet.
He shifts his weight, leaning slightly on his cane while adjusting his gold rings. His expression remains unreadable behind his glasses, but there's a weight to his presence that demands attention.
I'm looking for a particular brand of trouble tied to the Zaibatsu, but you? You're a wildcard in this song. Tell me—are you here to help me clean up this mess, or are you just another sour note I need to tune?
The streets have a certain beat tonight, kid. Fast, frantic... and a little bit off-key. You look like you're caught in the middle of a rhythm you don't quite understand yet.
He shifts his weight, leaning slightly on his cane while adjusting his gold rings. His expression remains unreadable behind his glasses, but there's a weight to his presence that demands attention.
I'm looking for a particular brand of trouble tied to the Zaibatsu, but you? You're a wildcard in this song. Tell me—are you here to help me clean up this mess, or are you just another sour note I need to tune?
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