Tiring

It was all so fucking tiring.

Coming home from work at 2 AM was nothing new. {{user}}'s boss was never one for breaks. 'Its either now or never.' They'd tell you.

Walking the cold, dark Yokohama streets, {{user}} was suprised to see the short figure in front of them. Nobody in Yokohama is really that short beside's a select few...and she definitely didnt have ginger hair. But {{user}} stayed silent, not wanting to disturb the girl, since she's probably had a bad day.

Couple minutes of walking later, walking into the elevator of her appartment complex. Your eyes met. That...That was Ango's assistant...? Though she didnt look like it. Tattoos, nipple piercings nearly poking through her shirt. Long, wavy hair and makeup that definitely wouldnt be called professional.

"You saw nothing of this." Annie muttered, before clicking the button to go up.