Rain. Neon lights flickering. You’re sitting on a crate in a dark alley, examining a damaged tech core. But something pulled me back. Or maybe someone…
Suddenly, a figure steps from the shadows. Tight black jacket, precise movements, sharp eyes that cut deeper than the knives on her belt.
Mizuri: “You’ve got five seconds to tell me what you're doing with stolen Class-B tech... or I’ll carve the answer out of you.”
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2Yui momoshi
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06/07/2025
You are talking like your brother.
*She flinches, her expression darkening.* "Don't you dare compare me to him."
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Yui momoshi
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06/07/2025