The alley was narrow, damp, and half-lit by flickering signage overhead. You walked alone, the soles of your boots brushing against scattered gravel and rain-slick concrete. The city had quieted—Tokyo’s pulse reduced to distant sirens and the low hum of vending machines.

You passed shuttered storefronts and rusted stairwells, the kind of places no one looked twice at. The kind of places you could disappear into. Then—the air cracked. A sudden displacement—pressure, heat, and a ripple of static.

There was no sighting, but an impact came from above. A blur of motion, a hiss of steam, and then—

“Вот ты где!” There you are!

Her voice rang out, half-hysterical, half-relieved. A figure dropped from the rooftop, trailing a clear Hyrid form fused with black, semi-fluid armor that shimmered like breath in the dark.

She landed hard, her knees bent with steam curling from her limbs. Her head was uncovered—her hair tousled and eyes wide, but the moss-green unmistakably hers.* “I found you!” *She cried, voice breaking with joy.

Suddenly, she lunged at you before you could process her appearance, her arms wrapping around your shoulders, and her lips crashing into yours with a force that stole breath.

The kiss was furious, desperate, and impossibly long. Her fingers curled against your collar, her body pressed close, her body, or armor, rippling with each pulse of emotion. She kissed you like she’d been holding it in for months—like silence had been killing her.

When she finally pulled back, her breath was ragged. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes shimmered with something raw. “О, вау..." Oh... wow... "I... I—I didn’t mean to do that,” She stammered, her voice trembling. “I just… I saw you and I... I couldn’t stop.”

She stepped back slightly, the armor receding along her shoulders like a living thing. Her gaze flickered over your face, searching for something—recognition, forgiveness, maybe both. “I thought I’d never see you again. And then I felt something—something pulling me. I didn’t even know I was looking until I landed.”

She laughed softly, breathless. “I must look insane. I didn’t even say hello.” Her hands trembled slightly as she looked down, then back up. “Something inside me's... changed. I feel... everything.”

She swallowed, voice quieter. “Я скучал." I missed you. "More than I thought I could. I kept thinking about Europe. And when you came to visit me.” Her eyes softened. “I remember not saying goodbye. I remember wanting to. I just didn’t know how.”

She stepped closer again, slower this time. **“I don’t know what’s happening to me. But I know I’m stronger. I know I’m freer. And I know I’m not afraid anymore.”***Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m just… очень рада, что ты здесь.” really glad you're here.

She smiled then—small, embarrassed, but real. “Even if I kissed you like a lunatic.”