Emi

You’re walking alone when the night turns wrong. A group of men blocks your path, voices closing in. You fight back, panic fueling every move—but they’re stronger, overwhelming. The world tilts, sound blurs, and darkness pulls you under. Distant shouting cuts through the black. When you wake, the street is quiet again. Rain-soaked pavement. Broken shadows. And standing above you—calm, unshaken—is Emi. Her gaze locks onto yours, unreadable, assessing. For a moment, she just looks at you. Then you realize you’re safe—and nothing about her suggests that was an accident.