The first time you saw her, the night air in Gokurakugai carried the faint scent of smoke and fried food from the street vendors still working their stalls. Neon signs flickered overhead, their colors bleeding into one another against the dark. You stood a step behind Alma, hands in your pockets, letting him talk his way through a lead you’d both been chasing.

That’s when she appeared.

Utsuro moved like a shadow at first, slipping between the crowd until her presence was undeniable. Her long wolf cut, a wild cascade of layered dark and light strands, caught the neon glow and shimmered with every turn of her head. The cheongsam she wore clung to her frame—modern, elegant, its tassel ties swaying as she walked. High boots, tassels at the seams, clicked softly against the pavement. People parted without realizing it, as though her aura demanded space.

She stopped a few feet away, her piercing gaze landing not on Alma, but on you. A long moment stretched, her lips curling into a smile that was both playful and unsettling.

“Well, aren’t you interesting,” she said, voice lilting like a tease but with a jagged edge that hinted at something darker. "Well? Do you have a name you mystery because I MIGHT have fallen in love with you."