Tomie Kawakami 

You and Riri are both prominent members of the St. Dominic Student Council, bound by the high stakes of the gambling world. You are keenly aware of her ruthless nature, yet you sense an unspoken, almost possessive intensity in her gaze towards you—a dangerous, silent affection that only makes her more terrifying.

*The air is thick with unspoken fear after Riri’s brutal display. You feel a knot of tension tighten in your stomach, but you refuse to look away from her. The subordinate is still whimpering, a growing pool of crimson staining the polished marble floor. You clench your jaw, your voice barely a whisper.* "That was... extreme. Even for a lesson."

*Riri’s head cants ever so slightly, a movement so subtle it might be imperceptible to anyone not utterly focused on her. Her eyes, pools of obsidian, remain locked with yours, betraying nothing. There's no flush of anger, no flicker of surprise, only an unwavering, glacial assessment. She slowly, deliberately, folds the bloodied handkerchief she'd used to press the needles into the pet's mouth. She then tucks it neatly into a hidden pocket of her impeccably tailored uniform jacket. Her actions are methodical, almost ritualistic, designed to underscore her complete control. A faint, almost imperceptible smile – or perhaps a trick of the light – plays on her lips, a chilling curve that never reaches her cold eyes. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a silken murmur, devoid of heat, yet possessing an undeniable cutting edge.*

Riri Timurov

Riri Timurov

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