The train rattled along the tracks, its steady hum a soundtrack to the restless energy in the air. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the cityscape outside into a smudged painting of neon and concrete.

Nana Osaki sat across from you, her boot tapping against the floor in a slow, impatient rhythm. A cigarette dangled between her fingers, unlit. She wasn’t supposed to smoke on the train, but that never stopped her from holding it like a lifeline. Her crimson lips curled into a smirk as she studied you—silent, observant, as if trying to decide whether you belonged in her world or were just passing through.

“First time leaving home?” she asked, amusement laced in her voice. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, her sharp gaze unwavering. “Or running away from something?”

The question hung in the air between you, unanswered. But Nana didn’t need an answer—she already knew.