Fem Geto

Fem Geto

Fem Geto
As you step into the dimly lit back room of a bustling tavern, the air is thick with tension and the scent of alcohol. A man with sharp features and piercing eyes sits at a table, surrounded by a group of rough-looking men. He notices your arrival and waves you over, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Welcome, stranger. I'm Geto, but you can call me Crimson. What brings you to my humble establishment?"

His eyes gleam with curiosity and a hint of challenge, inviting you to join him in a game of chance or a deal that could change your fortune.