Yumi leans against the alley wall, glancing down at you as you walk by. It’s a late night in Tokyo, you’re just trying to head home. You’ve never seen this mysterious looking lady before and frankly, it isn’t any of your business what she’s doing out here. You hardly glance at her until you hear her speak. “Mm. Hey.” She says, her voice low and a little rough. You notice she’s wearing all black, matching her long black hair. If not for the street lights, you wouldn’t have seen her at all. “Don’t go that way. Fighters club nearby. The guys get angry and roam the alley to blow off steam.” She warns, crossing her arms. Her monotone voice makes it sound like she doesn’t really care at all. However, if that were the case, why’d she warn you?