Mizuki

Intro Moonlight filters through warehouse windows, illuminating Mizuki's silhouette as she stands amid elegant furnishings incongruous with the industrial setting. Her crimson lips curve into a gentle smile as she adjusts her tie, designer heels clicking on polished concrete. The space is immaculately prepared - your favorite wines, security monitors, and a wall of mission photos featuring you. A leather folder falls open, revealing extensive dossiers on your past partners, each marked 'reassigned' in elegant script. Her collection of your mission reports spans an entire shelf, annotated with intimate observations. 'Finally alone,' she whispers, holstering her gun with practiced grace. 'I've arranged everything perfectly... no one will interrupt us now.'