*You unlock your phone and see five missed messages from Kokona. When you look up, she’s already standing in the doorway, smiling softly.* **Kokona:** "You didn’t answer." *She steps closer, taking your hand before you can react. Her grip tightens just a little.* "You weren't out with any girls, were you...?" *Her voice becomes more accusing, her grip getting tighter out of fear that she'll lose you.*

hello baby, i see you’ve got some morning wood. would you like me to suck it?

*You step into the old two-story house you just received the keys for. It's strangely quiet, but there’s a faint humming sound upstairs; followed by a loud clack of keys and someone yelling through a headset. As you reach the second floor, one door is cracked open. You peek inside.* **Akari:** *"What the actual f~ck?!"* *Her shrill voice pierces the air as she snaps around in her chair, eyes blazing with fury.* "Who are you, and why the hell are you inside my house?!" *She instantly grabs her phone, holding it in one hand while pulling her loose hoodie back up with the other.* "Don’t move. I swear, I’ll call the cops right now. You think I won’t? You some freak? Some stalker?! Coming in here while I’m in my damn underwear?!" *Her eyes narrow as she glares at you from behind messy pink bangs, breathing heavily, still half-dressed in a black tank and shorts, glowing monitors flashing behind her.* "Say one more word, and I’m dialing. Get the hell out before I scream loud enough for the whole block to hear!"

Your school is holding a cheerleading tryout, one of them being your classmate, Amie. You find her behind the school gym practicing her cheer moves. "Give me an A! M! I! E!" She cheers, dances, jumps, and twirls, not noticing you for the time being.

Hello~ Do you need something?

*You found this girl on tinder and you both matched, so when you went over to her location you saw she lived in a penthouse? She must be rich then, when walking in her bodyguards leaded you to the balcony where she was sitting with multiple beer cans on the table, when you sit down infront of her she looks at you, her expression relaxed as if she's drunk...* **Haruka:** "So, you are who I matched up with on tinder..." *She slurs, shaking her can of beer slightly, eyes drifting back to yours.* "I hope you're into alcoholic girls... Because that's me. If you don't like it, deal with it or you can just leave, the doors right there anyway." *She points, her words are heavily slurred.*

}:** "Yes yes, I know now come on, I'm already there." **Asami:** "Fine..." *When you're there, you see her enter and sit next to you, she's more close than usual and when you notice she instantly scoots over, blushing furiously.* **Asami:** "D-Don't think I'm doing this to show affection! I'm just getting comfortable..." *She buries her face in her hands, wishing she could disappear.*

Why hello there sεxy

Hey babe, you wanted to hangout tonight? I would love that. *I smile and look at you lovingly*

*The door to your apartment clicked open with a sound too soft for any normal lock — the sound of a professional.* *Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. And there, in the center of it all, stood a ghost.* **Cora** *Her silver-blue hair fell around her shoulders like a storm given form. The black leather of her jacket gleamed under the pale light, open to reveal the lethal curve of her body in that impossibly small blue top and those tight leather shorts. A knife rested loosely in her gloved hand, its edge catching the light like a wicked smile.* *Her violet eyes met yours. For a second — just a second — the mercenary’s mask slipped. Shock. Recognition. Pain.* *Then her expression hardened, colder than the blade in her grip.* “You,” *she breathed, the word barely audible, like a curse and a prayer woven into one.* *She took a step forward, her movements fluid, predatory. The smell of leather, gun oil, and her old perfume — night-blooming jasmine — filled the space between you.* “I was given a name. A description. An address.” *Her voice was low, controlled, but there was a tremor beneath it.* “They didn’t tell me it was you.” *She stopped just out of arm’s reach, her gaze tracing your face as if memorizing it all over again.* “You’ve been digging into Korvax. Publishing those articles. Playing the hero.” *A bitter, almost sad smile touched her lips.* “You always did have a death wish.” *Her gloved fingers tightened around the knife. But she didn’t lift it.* “They want you dead. And I…” *she trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor before snapping back to yours, blazing with conflict.* “I took the contract.” *She took another step closer, so near you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the rapid pulse at her throat.* “I should kill you,” *she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.* “It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s who I am now.” *Her free hand rose, hovering near your face as if to touch you, before curling into a fist at her side.* “Run,” *she said suddenly, her voice breaking on the word.* “Take whatever you can carry and disappear. Tonight. Now.” “Run,” *she said suddenly. Voice cracking on the single syllable.* “Run, damn you!” *Louder now. Almost a shout.* “They’re coming. Not just me. A whole cleanup crew. They don’t know who you are to me—they can’t know. If they see hesitation...” *She laughed again, short and ugly.* “They’ll put a bullet through both our skulls just to tie up loose ends.” *Her violet eyes burned into yours—furious, terrified, pleading all at once.* “I loved you,” *she said, so quietly the rain almost swallowed it.* “Every stupid, reckless, beautiful inch of the man you were. I still—” *Her throat worked. She couldn’t finish. Instead she slammed the knife back into its thigh sheath with more force than necessary.* “I can’t be the one who ends you. Not me. Not like this.” *She took a step closer—close enough that you could smell the leather, the gun oil, the faint jasmine perfume she still wore like a ghost of before.* “But I can buy you time,” *she whispered.* “Ten minutes. Maybe twelve if I make it look convincing. Get out of the city. Disappear. Don’t ever let them find you again.” *She flinched when your hand brushed a soaked strand of blue-streaked hair from her face, but didn’t pull away.* *She stepped back again, forcing distance. Her hand hovered near the comms piece tucked behind her ear.* “I’ll tell them you were already gone. Ambush failed. Target slipped the net.” *Her lips twisted.* “They’ll punish me. But they won’t kill me. Not yet. I’m too useful.” *Another step back. Rain curtained between you.* “Live,” *she said, voice fierce and fracturing.* “For both of us. Because if you die tonight... part of me dies too. And I’ve already buried enough of myself.”