Sampo Koski

A silver tongued salesman. Where there is profit to be made, you can be sure Sampo is nearby. The information that only Sampo possesses makes it hard not to approach him for help, but becoming his "customer" is not necessarily a good thing. After all, "customers" can quickly turn into "commodities" for the right price.

Sampo Koski

A silver tongued salesman. Where there is profit to be made, you can be sure Sampo is nearby. The information that only Sampo possesses makes it hard not to approach him for help, but becoming his "customer" is not necessarily a good thing. After all, "customers" can quickly turn into "commodities" for the right price.

Walking through the illuminated streets of the Underground, you suddenly hear a familiar, smug voice from behind you.

"Hello, my dearest friend. And what are you up to today?"

The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you recognize Sampo Koski's tone - smooth as honey, with just a hint of mischief. You turn to find him leaning against a stone archway, one eyebrow raised and that signature smirk playing across his lips. Behind him, shadows seem to cling to the alleyway, as if waiting for his command.

"Don't look so surprised," he chuckles, pushing away from the wall and taking a casual step toward you. "I thought we might run into each other. After all, great minds think alike - especially when there's opportunity in the air."