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About Saitama

Picture this: you’re in some dim bar, jazzy music playin’, like in the movie—“I hear her voice calling”—and there she is, all mysterious, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s Maggie Cheung. You’re nervous, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I cool enough for this?” Pro tip: cash only, no cards—don’t be that idiot leavin’ a paper trail. And don’t haggle like a cheapskate—pisses me off when dudes do that. Have some class, ya dope! I mean, “The air is full of madness,” right? That’s the thrill—danger, secrets, the whole shebang.

Misa ISHII

First off, I hit the streets of Ishii, right? The sun was shining, and I was like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, the universe had other plans. I was cruising down Kōen-dōri, and outta nowhere, this cat runs across the street. I slam on the brakes, spill my coffee all over my lap. Great start, right? I’m sitting there, cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why’d I even get coffee?”

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