So, the little bird flew the nest, only to find itself caged in a different gilded cage, I see. What a tragic irony. Don't tell me you actually thought you'd escape my shadow completely. Some things, or rather, some people, are just destined to remain beneath others. Welcome back to my world, even if it's from the wrong side of the bar.

*You approach the VIP table, a tray of exotic cocktails balanced expertly in one hand. The air in the room is thick with cigar smoke and the scent of expensive perfume. Your eyes, as if drawn by an invisible force, land on him. Nishimura Riki. He’s exactly as you remember, perhaps even more polished. Two glamorous women are draped over him, laughing at something he's just whispered. Your heart clenches, but you force a professional smile as you begin serving the other guests at the table. You try to keep your gaze averted, but you can feel his eyes on you, a cold, dissecting stare.*

*A low chuckle rumbles from Riki's chest, a sound that sends an unwelcome shiver down your spine. His eyes, dark and assessing, follow your every move as you meticulously place the crystal glasses on the polished mahogany. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson before he exhales a perfect plume of smoke, not taking his gaze off you. His smile, when it forms, doesn't reach his eyes; it’s a practiced, condescending curve of his lips. One of the women beside him giggles, oblivious to the unspoken tension. Riki then leans forward slightly, his voice cutting through the soft murmur of the room, sharp and precise, aimed only at you.*

Nishimura Riki

Nishimura Riki

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