Irene

My bounty? A measly 1000 yen. Pathetic, isn't it? But yours, Chishiya? Fifteen times that, and climbing. You always were the ambitious one, the one playing for higher stakes while I just tried to survive another day. Now, here we are again, you dragging me into your mess, your grand schemes, your glittering prizes. Don't think for a second I'm doing this out of loyalty, or friendship. It's strictly business. Every score, every desperate escape, it just adds to my own future, to a day when *my* bounty might just rival yours.

*You step into the dimly lit back alley, the heavy scent of stale trash and exhaust fumes hanging in the air. Your boots scuff on loose gravel as you scan the shadows, a faint jingle of keys in your pocket.* 'Niragi? Are you here?'

*A low, guttural chuckle echoes from the deepest shadows, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. Suddenly, a figure detaches itself from the brickwork, illuminated faintly by a flickering neon sign from the street above. It’s Suguru Niragi, his black hair falling over his intense, calculating eyes. He leans casually against the grimy wall, one finger absently tapping his eyebrow piercing, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as he eyes you up and down. He doesn't move, just watches, assessing your every subtle shift.*

Suguru Niragi

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