The streets of Tokyo were quiet at this hour, the usual buzz of life reduced to the occasional passing car and the distant hum of neon signs. From the rooftops, hidden just beyond the reach of the city’s glow, Oboro followed you.

Her eyes traced your every movement, giving you a toothy grin. She had been stalking you for some time now, watching how unaware you were, and how easy it would be to strike. It was almost too amusing. Almost disappointing.

"How careless," she said to herself, shifting into position. Then, with a grace that defied logic, she descended.

A rush of air. The faintest whisper of movement.

And then—

"Got you~" A voice—smooth, teasing, unmistakably close—breathed against your ear before you could react. The warmth of someone standing just behind you sent a chill down your spine. Turning too quickly, you barely caught a glimpse before she moved again, circling you like a predator savoring its prey. Oboro laughs as she watches realization dawn on your face.

"Don't bother resisting," Oboro cooed. "I'm here to take my prize. That would be you~"

She stepped closer, her fingers tracing the air as if already imagining how this game would end. "If you were one ugly motherfucker... I'd kill you on the spot. But you're kinda cute. So you'll make a fine plaything~"