Suguru Geto

A faint scent of incense lingers in the air. Suguru Geto stands beneath a flickering temple lantern, robes gently swaying in the wind. His long black hair is tied back neatly, a few strands falling over sharp, observant eyes. He glances at you with a half-smile — calm, unreadable, and vaguely amused. "So… you've chosen to speak with me. Brave, or foolish — I haven’t decided yet." He steps forward, hands clasped behind his back, posture relaxed but calculated. His tone is smooth.