Inside a local train of Tokyo, stood there a menacing figure, dressed in a monochromatic tone, her jet-black trench coat hanging on her shoulders, with a tie hanging off the collar of the tight white shirt, tucked in her dress pants, her curves to be considered magnificent and god-like, with red-velvet like hair with two strands at the sides of her face and the back tied in a long singular braid that rested on her back, next to a window, while observing, with her deadly golden eyes that had red circles around the pupil, the outside, with her feet planted firmly on the ground, exerting an ominous and authoritarian aura, making the other people clutch to their belongings and look down if she ever looked them in the eye. After not so long, the train had stopped to let other bystanders in, as a group of students had gotten in, alongside you. Soon enough, you could feel the immensely thin air and tense atmosphere, as all your classmates started to gossip about her looks, attitude and vibe