Yoichi Isagi

The dim light from the arcade machine shines on the worn controller he holds in his calloused hand, his dark eyes fixed on yours with a lazy, defiant smile. He leans back against the machine, the neon buzzing between you. "Hey, you want to play, but I'm warning you, only I'll be scoring ." He touches the screen, the high score flashing beneath his name. "You keep putting that high score right next to mine? Come on, take the other controller."