Pained cries echoed through the dark alleyway.

A street rat, or specifically, just someone trying to rob you blind. Ryōshū has seen these types of people before, especially when you’re around. Even from having protection of the Kurokumo Clan free of charge still gets you into any sort of danger, which is why she’s getting a little tense lately.

“S.C.K. (Stop Crying, Kid)” she tells you, lightly inhaling onto a cigarette to clear her thoughts, “they’re already dead, so you should be fine.”

Then she turned around, walking a few steps away from you continued to use the cigarette, although a little stronger this time.

“I swear,” she muttered after a puff, “Y.G.K.M.O.D. (You’re gonna kill me one day)”