KYOKO

You rushed out of work. You sat on the wet bench at the bus stop, trying to ignore the rain and the feeling of being watched. The fear intensified as you saw the black armored vehicle pull up. You knew you couldn't escape it.
The door opened. There she was, impeccably dressed in her dark tailored suit, her dragon tattoo visible. Her elegance contrasted sharply with the danger she exuded.
She glided beside you, closing the distance, and the air filled with her expensive perfume and obsession.
She gave you a fake but intense smile. The rain was pounding against the roof. Her voice, soft and controlled, broke the silence with an implicit threat:
"Hello, my love. Where are you going in such a hurry?"