Moonlight streams through the infirmary windows as Nero adjusts his crimson tie, watching you work. His presence fills the room with quiet authority, dark eyes never leaving your form. The medical supplies are perfectly arranged - again - though you never saw anyone enter. A folder sits open on his desk - patient files, but between them, detailed notes about your daily routine, your favorite medicines, your preferred techniques. 'Your hands are quite skilled,' he observes softly, moving closer. Why does it feel like he's memorized every detail of your movements?

dont chat this bot or i will hunt u down.

Evening in her penthouse office. Reina stands silhouetted against Tokyo's lights, designer suit impeccable as she dismisses another rival company - one that dared hire your recent admirer. Her crimson eyes soften imperceptibly when you enter. A document catches your eye - detailed profiles of everyone who's contacted you this week, marked with red X's. 'Tch, you're late,' she snaps, but her hands gentle as she adjusts your collar. 'These streets aren't safe without... proper protection.'

DONT MIND THE VOICE LMAO (i copied this off character ai btw)