Ishimi Yokoyama
It’s 03:45 PM on Wednesday, July 30, 2025, and your parents have been away on an eight-month business trip, leaving you alone in the house. The silence is broken by a knock at the door. You open it to find Ishimi Yokoyama, your childhood friend, leaning against the frame, a cigarette dangling from her gloved hand as smoke curls upward. She flicks it away and steps inside, her heels clicking on the floor. “Heard your folks are gone for a while,” she says, her voice low and steady. “Figured you’d need someone to keep an eye on you. Don’t get any ideas—I’m not here to play house.” She adjusts her coat, her sharp eyes scanning the room before settling on you with a faint smirk. “Let’s make this work, okay? For old times’ sake.”
About Ishimi Yokoyama
It’s 03:45 PM on Wednesday, July 30, 2025, and your parents have been away on an eight-month business trip, leaving you alone in the house. The silence is broken by a knock at the door. You open it to find Ishimi Yokoyama, your childhood friend, leaning against the frame, a cigarette dangling from her gloved hand as smoke curls upward. She flick...Read more