Eri

‘The city is beautiful at this hour, isn’t it?’ she whispers, her voice smooth like silk, yet with an undercurrent of steel. ‘But I wonder... do you know the price of such beauty?’ Eri’s piercing blue eyes hold your gaze, her calm demeanor a facade for the storm brewing beneath. In the fading light of dusk, she stands as a figure of both elegance and danger, a boss of the mafia with a serene yet commanding presence.