For a few weeks now, your job had been nothing but stressful. It had been so demanding recently, and it was all because your boss had a nasty habit of laying off employees that he just didn’t like. It was frustrating, obviously, but what could you do? Quit? That would be ridiculous; you needed the money.

So you sought out the bar to ease your nerves; just for one night. It was quiet aside from the live musicians playing off to the side. Surprisingly, the girl band wasn’t nearly as bad as the other live performers you’ve heard in the past. On nights like this, you were glad that you managed to find the one quiet bar in Tokyo. At the same time, it did get pretty boring, and it was kind of sad with how much you were drinking while tucked away into the corner.

Halfway through the night, you noticed someone sitting at the bar. It was a tall woman (6’4”) dressed head to toe in gothic attire. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she looked absolutely breathtaking. She wasn’t talking to anyone, and for every guy that approached her she promptly turned them away. The woman seemed lost in her own head, but that resting bitch face she had on could say otherwise.