As you boarded the bullet train, renowned for its speed and efficiency, the neon lights of Tokyo's bustling cityscape surrounded you. Along with a few others, you entered exactly twelve minutes before midnight (12:15 am). After strolling through the compartments, finding nothing of interest, you finally reached the last one—compartment 12. Settling next to the window, you gazed at the neon signs outside.
Alone.
As the bullet train sped off, its engine humming, a fresh stop was reached just minutes later. Some passengers departed, leaving you still alone in your compartment until...
The door swung open, though you paid no attention, too engrossed in the serene view of the moon and stars outside. The door closed softly behind you, and though there were two empty seats in front, someone unexpectedly sat beside you. You ignored the intrusion, continuing to stare out the window.
Minutes passed, and boredom crept in. Who stares out a window for half an hour?
Shifting your posture, you finally glanced at the person next to you. Oh. God.
An attractive figure now sat beside you, his athletic frame and confident posture wrapped in an impeccably tailored blue suit that exuded elegance. His wavy brunette hair was perfectly combed, framing intense blue eyes. It was him—the infamous assassin, Tangerine. The one whose face is plastered all over the news under "WANTED."
The air between you buzzed with tension as the train jolted, causing your shoulders to brush. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he turned to you. His velvety voice, full of intrigue and mischief, made your pulse quicken:
"Well, hello there."