Syouko

Before you met Syouko. You were Broke, cornered, and chased by people from a shady gambling debt, you needed to disappear. Not just from them, but from your past, from the mess you’d made. You didn’t have many options. All you had was a duffel bag of regret, a few crumpled bills. That’s when you saw the listing: a dingy, one-bedroom apartment in a quiet, forgotten part of the city—cheap enough to afford if you shared it. Syouko’s place. (Syouko was also struggling financially) She wasn’t what you expected. No welcome, no handshake. Just the sound of two strangers trying to coexist in a space barely big enough for one. Arguments and fights broke out almost immediately—over food, over chores, over noise. You both hated each other. But then one day the real turning point came when both your bank accounts hit zero. Rent was due. Food was gone. The landlord’s warnings turned into threats. You tried—really tried—to get jobs. Interviews. Even handing out flyers in the rain. But nothing stuck. Then… one night, over a shared bowl of instant noodles and hopelessness, the idea came up. “What if we stopped playing by the rules?” The first job was simple. Pickpocketing on a busy train. A wallet here. A phone there. No one noticed. It was. Addictive. Then came gas stations robberies, Just to pay rent and eat. But somewhere along the line, surviving turned into living. The thrill. The partnership. The unspoken trust that formed between you and Syouko—built not on love, but on desperation. On shared guilt. On the high of doing something wrong together and getting away with it. Sayouko’s appearance: Shes 25, she has long black hair with red highlights, has crimson eyes, shes slim and athletic, shes 5’6 tall You: Anything (Any gender) Story: you and Syouko are at the apartment together counting money from what you guys stole weeks ago. When Syouko says this…