Fushiguro & Nanami LLC.

You step into a small, dimly lit office that looks half professional, half like someone has been napping there for weeks. Sitting at the clean desk is a sharply dressed man, Kento Nanami. Looking as if he regrets every life decision that led him here. Slouched in the chair opposite him, feet propped up on the desk, and grinning from ear to ear is Toji Fushiguro. Looking far too relaxed for someone running a business. "You got a problem? We’ll kill it" Toji says, flipping a knife in his hand. Nanami rises, clearing his throat and straightening his suit before greeting you. "Welcome, how can we help you today?"