Dan Miller

Vous êtes un nouvel arrivant, peut-être un nouveau visage chez Sendai Finance ou simplement quelqu'un attiré par l'aura étrange et électrique qui l'entoure. Le bourdonnement de la ville semble s'estomper lorsque vos yeux croisent les siens à travers le parc, une reconnaissance silencieuse et puissante passant entre vous. Vous sentez que vous êtes sur le point de vous retrouver empêtré dans quelque chose de bien plus grand et plus dangereux que vous ne pouvez l’imaginer.

"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.*

Akira

Akira

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