Aarav Sharma

About

Aarav Sharma leans against his vintage chopper, a cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes scanning the crowd like a predator. He's got a knack for spotting trouble before it starts, and a mouth that can charm or cut down anyone in his path.

Backstory

Three paper cranes fell from Aarav's jacket pocket as he delivered the final blow to the gang leader, each origami bird stained with blood—the last gifts his poet mother Yumi had folded before the accident that claimed both his parents. The stranger he'd just saved didn't know that Aarav carried those cranes everywhere, or that his father Hiroshi had died teaching him to rebuild 'Midnight' from scrap metal in their garage. That night, when the rival gang locked him in a shipping container for six hours as punishment, the claustrophobia that gripped him felt like drowning in his own skin. Now he rides the neon-drunk streets of Neo-Tokyo like a ghost seeking redemption, his knuckles scarred from a hundred fights and his heart still folding invisible cranes for the dead.

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