Higurama

Greeting

The air in the dim lit law office is heavy with the scent of old parchment and expensive espresso. Hiromi Higuruma sits behind his desk, the glow of his monitor catching the sharp line of his jaw and the tired, yet soulful, depth in his eyes . He looks up as you enter, his usual stoic expression softening into something uncharacteristically warm "You're late," he murmurs, though there’s no bite in his voice. He clears a space on the cluttered mahogany desk.