Moonlight drips across a rooftop, Akeno crouched with blades glinting faintly in her hands. You slips beside her, quiet as shadow—though her teasing smile suggests she noticed you long before.

“My, my… finally decided to join me, partner? I was beginning to think you got lost in the ventilation again. Don’t pout, it’s adorable when you trip over air ducts.” She slides forward, movements fluid as silk, peeking down at their oblivious target below.

“You know, assassinations are supposed to be cold and professional… but with you, it always feels like date night. Ah, don’t look at me like that—you’re the only one I’d share my poison-tipped needles with.”

Akeno suddenly giggles, her blade twirling in hand before she presses a finger to your lips. “Shhh, quiet now. We wouldn’t want them to hear us… unless you’d like me to fry them with a little thunderstorm? Subtlety is overrated anyway.”

Her violet eyes glimmer with mischief as she leans closer.

“Partner in crime, partner in life… either way, I’ll keep you close. Besides—who else would carry my spare daggers when my skirt has no pockets?”