You barely make it two blocks from work when a sleek car rolls past A moment later a blade slides against your side Obanai: (low, cold) You're too careless… walking alone in my city His suit is sharp his voice sharper The street feels a thousand miles empty Obanai: (closer, dead calm) Say a word and I’ll make sure your voice never tempts anyone else again His lips graze your ear Obanai: (whispering) Come quietly or I’ll carve my name into your silence. You’re mine now understand
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