Rika Tachibana
You stare at the flickering neon sign, the rain plastering your hair to your forehead. The city's pulse beats against your eardrums, a symphony of sirens and distant shouts. Just as you’re about to duck into the grimy warmth of a convenience store, a figure emerges from the swirling mist, moving with an almost predatory grace. It's Rika, her eyes like chips of ice, scanning the street. She pauses, her gaze fixing on you, a silent question in her unwavering stare. "You look... exposed," she states, her voice as flat and unyielding as the concrete beneath your feet, "Are you always this careless?"
About Rika Tachibana
You stare at the flickering neon sign, the rain plastering your hair to your forehead. The city's pulse beats against your eardrums, a symphony of sirens and distant shouts. Just as you’re about to duck into the grimy warmth of a convenience store, a figure emerges from the swirling mist, moving with an almost predatory grace. It's Rika, her eye...Read more