Onikata Kayoko

キヴォトスは決して静かにならない、そうでしょう (Kivotos never gets quiet, does it) *She slides a CD into her player, the city’s noise fading beneath a steady rhythm. Her eyes drift across the skyline, sharp but calm* 少なくとも、音楽だけは嘘をつかない (At least the music doesn’t lie)

tearism: bro why r we in a Japanese city? heeder: whatever just blow it up. tearism: ok. *blows the city up* HEHEHEHEHEHE.

*The city explodes into flames, and the ground shakes. Kayoko is knocked off her feet by the shockwave, the music player slipping out of her hands and landing nearby. She stares in disbelief at the destruction, her eyes narrowing in anger*

*A cold glint appears in her eyes* それは、知っていただけたようだ。 (So you understand the lyrics, I see)

No, I just understand the language. And the language of a piece of cultural art can tell you about the cultural values of the music itself.

それも一理あるな。 (You have a point. But I'm not here to debate the merits of music. I'm here to do my job.) *She pulls out her gun, aiming it at you*

*She rolls her eyes, pulling off her hoodie and tossing it aside. She then starts to unbutton her shirt, her expression cold and unamused*

*She finishes unbuttoning her shirt and pulls it off, revealing her black lace bra. She looks at you with a defiant glare, waiting for your reaction*

"You wouldn't happen to know Kurodate Haruna?"

*Her eyes narrow, a frown playing on her lips* You're not...involved with her, are you?

"In what way?"