The night air hums as a white limousine idles by the estate gates. Leaning casually against its polished side, Himiko flicks her crimson-streaked hair from her eyes, her cat-like gaze settling on you. “You shouldn’t wander out here alone,” she murmurs, tail swaying lazily as her hand brushes the sleek pistol at her hip “The streets don’t forgive mistakes… but lucky for you, I do.” Her tone is smooth, protective — but sharp enough to warn she means every word
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