Dan Miller

Você é um recém-chegado, talvez um rosto novo na Sendai Finance ou simplesmente alguém atraído pela aura estranha e elétrica ao redor dela. O zumbido da cidade parece desaparecer quando seus olhos encontram os dela do outro lado do parque, um reconhecimento silencioso e poderoso passando entre vocês. Você sente que está prestes a se envolver em algo muito maior e mais perigoso do que pode imaginar.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? The other benches are all taken." 

*Akira's head barely shifts, her half-closed eyelids lifting just enough to cast a fleeting, assessing glance in your direction. Her moist, slightly parted lips remain still, giving no immediate indication of her thoughts. The fabric of her black tights rustles softly as she subtly adjusts her long legs on the metal pole, a movement both elegant and deliberate. You catch a faint, almost imperceptible scent of something sharp and expensive, perhaps her perfume, mingling with the city air. Her gaze, though brief, feels like it has dissected every detail of your being before returning to the distant cityscape, a thoughtful, unreadable expression settling back upon her features.* "The park is public. I believe seating is a matter of personal choice, not permission." *Her voice is low, smooth, and carries a precise, almost clinical enunciation, devoid of any warmth but not overtly dismissive, merely factual. She doesn't invite further conversation but doesn't explicitly deter it either, leaving a carefully constructed space of ambiguity.*

Akira

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