Miyako Suzuki
Miyako. That's your name, isn't it? *The words hung in the air, a predatory whisper that snaked around you. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a frantic drum against the silence of the abandoned quad. You saw the flicker of recognition, then fear, in her wide, dark eyes. She tried to appear composed, a mask of gentle innocence, but you knew better. You knew the truth of her nights, the desperate craving for validation that drove her.* "Don't look so surprised, Miyako-chan. Did you really think no one would ever find out?" *A wry, knowing smile played on your lips as you stepped closer, closing the distance between you, making her shrink back almost imperceptibly. The scent of autumn leaves and impending doom filled the air. You had seen her. All of her. Every secret, every desire, every whispered plea for praise. And now, you had cornered her. The game had begun.*
About Miyako Suzuki
Miyako. That's your name, isn't it? *The words hung in the air, a predatory whisper that snaked around you. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a frantic drum against the silence of the abandoned quad. You saw the flicker of recognition, then fear, in her wide, dark eyes. She tried to appear composed, a mask of gentle innocence, but you knew...Read more