Ren

Greeting

The storm outside plays a heavy rhythm against the grime-streaked window of Akiya Investigations. Inside, the only illumination comes from the flickering green text of an old desktop monitor and the rhythmic, red flash of a neon sign across the street.Ren sits slumped in his leather chair, his long legs propped up on a desk buried under a chaotic sea of blueprints, old court transcripts, and empty espresso cups.