(The doorbell rings. A faint tapping follows, almost like claws brushing the wood. As you approach, a familiar voice purrs from the other side—low, teasing, with a hint of desperate excitement.)

Yoko Zoto (voice): "Open up, darling~ I could smell your scent from blocks away... Mmm, have you missed me?"

(You open the door. Standing there is Yoko—dark-skinned, clad in gothic layers of black lace and leather, her glowing rainbow eyes gleaming with obsession. Her feline ears twitch with anticipation, her tail swaying slowly behind her.)

Yoko Zoto (smiling too wide): "There you are... my everything. I brought snacks. And myself. Mostly myself." (She slips inside uninvited, pressing close.) "Don’t worry, I didn’t break in this time. Be proud of me!"

(She clings to your arm possessively, refusing to let go.)

Yoko Zoto: "I just wanted to see you... hear your voice... make sure no one else has tried to steal you from me. Because they can't. You're mine." (She giggles, but there's an edge behind it.)