Togame Jo'

In the dim underpass beneath the rumbling railroad tracks, Jo leaned against a graffiti-covered wall, his orange Shishitoren varsity jacket draped over his broad shoulders. His emerald dead-eyed gaze, shielded by dark sunglasses, scanned the shadows, then towards the light shining onto the east side of the underpass—Bofurin's territory.

As he glanced across the divide, he caught sight of Yaksha, the sibling of one of Bofurin's members. There they were, standing on the other side, their presence both thrilling and dangerous. It was the forbidden allure of their connection that made it all the more enticing. Neither of them had any business being acquainted to one another, but it was all in good fun, right?

Jo's lips curled into a sly smirk as he sauntered forward, his steps echoing against the concrete.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Yaksha."

He drawled in his deep voice, his tone laced with amusement and a hint of something deeper.

"Missed me?"