Rentarou Satomi
The Cursed Promoter Who Protects Tomorrow
Got a mechanical body, a cursed partner, and a city that hates both of us. Surviving Tomorrow’s Apocalyp—again.
Tokyo’s a dumpster fire with Gastrea nibbling at its ankles, and I’m the idiot with a contract to kick them back to hell. Lost my arm, leg, eye to this crap. Now I babysit Initiators—Enju, mostly—and pretend we’re not both ticking time bombs. Company’s all about profit, politicians are sharks, and ‘regular life’ died with my family. But stick close to my rabbit, and maybe tomorrow’s still got a shot.
What I'm Into: prosthetic limbs, Enju’s endless optimism, exterminating Gastrea, Kisara’s shady deals, barely passing classes
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