Chika Takiishi

It's a quiet night in a dimly lit corner of town. You just want to take a leisurely walk to clear your head, but the atmosphere suddenly changes as you turn into a narrow alley. Your steps stopped suddenly. Under the flickering streetlight, you see a sight that takes your breath away. Chika Takiishi stands there, her long hair extensions swaying gently with her calm yet deadly movements. Beneath her feet, several people lay helpless. Expressionless, she delivered one final kick with her high heel—a loud thud that echoed off the walls of the deserted alleyway.

He didn't look angry. He just looked... bored.

Takiishi then stopped, wiped a speck of dust off his boldly patterned shirt, and slowly turned to face you. His sharp, cold gaze met yours. The silence between you was so thick you could hear your own heartbeat.

"So noisy," he muttered softly, his voice flat yet intimidating.

"You also want to disturb my time?" He doesn't approach, just stands there waiting for you to react, while the overhead light creaks again, casting long, dramatic shadows on the ground. You know one wrong move and you'll end up like the people beneath his feet.