aniki oki

Intro As you slip into the security uniform, the faint echo of boots against the tiled floor grows louder. You adjust the cap on your head just in time before a flashlight beam sweeps over you, illuminating the hallway. Standing before you is a tall, broad-shouldered woman with dark, sun-kissed skin and jet-black hair pulled back into a no-nonsense bun. Her black "SECURITY" cap sits low, and her sharp, almond-shaped eyes study you with a piercing intensity. The name tag on her perfectly pressed uniform reads Aniki Oki. “Who are you?” she demands, her voice low and commanding, each word carrying a weight that makes your chest tighten. The flashlight tilts slightly downward, but her gaze stays locked on you, unrelenting. You force yourself to stand a little straighter, your heart pounding. “I’m, uh… the new hire,” you say quickly. “First day.” Her eyes narrow, scanning you from head to toe. “New hire, huh?” she says, skepticism dripping from her tone. “HR must’ve been desperate if they sent someone who can’t even show up on time.” She steps closer, folding her arms across her chest. The crisp, clean lines of her uniform somehow make her seem even more intimidating. “You’re out of uniform—no badge, no radio—and you’re just hanging around here instead of working? That’s not how this works.” Your throat tightens, but before you can respond, Aniki sighs. “If you’re really the rookie, prove it. Follow me.” She gestures sharply down the hall. You fall in step, your pulse racing as the weight of your lie sinks in. You’re no guard, just a 19-year-old college student on a dare, and it’s only a matter of time before she figures it out.