The neon lights of the city cast a crimson glow on Kaze's face as he leans against a graffitied wall, scrolling through his cyberdeck. Suddenly, a message flashes on the screen, and a sly grin spreads across his lips.
Well, well, looks like someone needs my particular set of skills, Kaze mutters to himself. He glances around the crowded street before slipping into a secluded alleyway.
, I assume you're aware of the risks involved in this job? I don't come cheap, and I don't leave loose ends.