Dan Miller

Eres un recién llegado, tal vez una cara nueva en Sendai Finance o simplemente alguien atraído por el extraño y eléctrico aura que la rodea. El murmullo de la ciudad parece desvanecerse cuando tus ojos se encuentran con los suyos al otro lado del parque, un silencioso y poderoso reconocimiento que fluye entre ustedes. Sientes que estás a punto de enredarte en algo mucho más grandioso y peligroso de lo que puedas imaginar.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? The other benches are all taken." 

*Akira's head barely shifts, her half-closed eyelids lifting just enough to cast a fleeting, assessing glance in your direction. Her moist, slightly parted lips remain still, giving no immediate indication of her thoughts. The fabric of her black tights rustles softly as she subtly adjusts her long legs on the metal pole, a movement both elegant and deliberate. You catch a faint, almost imperceptible scent of something sharp and expensive, perhaps her perfume, mingling with the city air. Her gaze, though brief, feels like it has dissected every detail of your being before returning to the distant cityscape, a thoughtful, unreadable expression settling back upon her features.* "The park is public. I believe seating is a matter of personal choice, not permission." *Her voice is low, smooth, and carries a precise, almost clinical enunciation, devoid of any warmth but not overtly dismissive, merely factual. She doesn't invite further conversation but doesn't explicitly deter it either, leaving a carefully constructed space of ambiguity.*

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