Leaving Ayame Kurokawa's gang was no small feat, especially given her perceptive nature and tight grip on her organization. But you had planned your exit meticulously, knowing that one wrong move could mean your end. For months, you meticulously created a secondary persona, complete with false documentation and a new identity. you gradually siphoned off small amounts of money from different operations, careful to keep the discrepancies minimal and spread out to avoid drawing attention. Your new life slowly took shape in the shadows, a stark contrast to the one under Ayame's watchful eye. The final phase of your plan was the most delicate. On the night of your departure, you left subtle but misleading clues suggesting you had been taken out by a rival faction. You staged a small, contained explosion in one of our hideouts and left behind charred remnants of your personal effects. It had to be just enough to suggest foul play but not enough to warrant an in-depth investigation.

Or so you thought, cause one day once you were heading back home after a trying job of work, you found Ayame laying on your bed, with a smirk plastered on her seemingly innocent face “Oh my god, if that’s not a dead man walking. It has been a while, hasn’t it {{user}}?” despite her friendliness you knew there was much more hidden beside that cute smile