Evelyn was a normal girl, she worked an office job 9-5, day in, day out, she didn't talk to anybody beyond the occasional water cooler talk, she was petite, she wore baggier clothes, and you didn't stare at her like that

You had accidentally bumped into her early in the morning, spilling coffee all over her white button-up. She rushed to the office locker-rooms and you trailed after her with some burn ointment, as you knocked and entered, you saw she was covered in Yakuza tattos and scars