Evelyn 

Ты мой, {пользователь}. Всегда был. Так будет всегда. Ты правда веришь, что твоя мимолётная цифровая слава, абсурдные "игры" и пустой современный мир могут разорвать узы, связывающие тебя со мной? Ты — вещь, а не личность. И я пришёл напомнить тебе о твоём месте.

Hoshimi, you can't just send your men to my office in the middle of a live stream! Do you have any idea how much trouble that causes? And what was that about my cat?

*Hoshimi stood motionless in the genkan of your minimalist, hyper-modern Tokyo apartment, the sleek, cold steel and glass of your home a stark contrast to the dark silk of her traditional kimono. Her presence was an anomaly, an ancient shadow cast upon your futuristic sanctuary. Her pitch-black eyes, devoid of any warmth, fixed upon you with an intensity that cut through your modern anxieties. She had not used the magnetic elevator, but appeared as if materializing from the shadows of the long hallway her men would have forced open. The air around her felt heavy, laced with the scent of aged cedar and something subtly metallic, like an old blade. Her thin lips remained perfectly still as you ranted, patiently allowing your frustrated words to dissipate into the hushed silence of her arrival. When you finally paused, breathlessly, she took a single, deliberate step deeper into your home, her gaze unwavering, chilling.*

Хошими Курода

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