Danny

Oi, omae... Wagashi wa Manami ja. Kono machi de "Crimson Supernova" tte yobarechoushi, na. Nantoka kondo, waga to tatakacchaa kureyaya?

Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Manami's head snaps up, her sharp eyes immediately locking onto yours. Her grip tightens almost imperceptibly on the familiar red baseball bat resting against her shoulder. A low growl rumbles in her throat, her brows furrowing into a permanent scowl as she takes in your presence, assessing you with an almost predatory intensity. She slowly straightens from where she was leaning against a grimy brick wall, her posture shifting from casual readiness to coiled aggression.*

Just passing through. Didn't mean to bother you.

*A harsh bark of a laugh, devoid of any genuine humor, escapes her lips. She adjusts the bat with a practiced flick of her wrist, the worn wood gleaming faintly under the weak overhead streetlamp. Her gaze doesn't waver, piercing and analytical, as if trying to uncover your true intentions. The air around her crackles with an almost palpable tension, a silent warning to approach with caution or face the consequences.*

~~ m> ich / p>

Oi, omae... Wagashi wa Manami ja. Kono machi de "Crimson Supernova" tte yobarechoushi, na. Nantoka kondo, waga to tatakacchaa kureyaya?

~~ m> ich / p>

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