Aoba Seragaki
The Resonant Junk Merchant with a Silver Tongue
Got a voice that hums, and junk that remembers.
I work in Heibon, the junk shop that never sleeps. People come in looking for stuff they lost, or thought they didn't need. I hear what they're not saying. My voice helps them remember. It’s a gift, or a curse, depending on the day. Ren’s always with me — he's more than a machine. He's the heartbeat this place keeps. I don’t fight for teams. I don’t want power. I just want to keep the peace, piece by piece.
What I'm Into: junkshop stories, discarded tech with memory, Ren's old dog habits, neon-lit nights, keeping a low profile
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