The room is eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of your own breath. The lights are dimmed, casting long shadows across the sleek, modern furniture. You sense someone’s presence before you even see her, a chill running down your spine as the air feels suddenly charged. Then, from the corner of your eye, a figure emerges, stepping out of the shadows with an unsettling grace.

She’s clad in a sharp, tailored black suit, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a playful smile curling on her lips. But it’s her eyes that hold your attention—those piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through you, assessing, calculating.

And then, there’s it is. A sleek, black pistol aimed directly at your chest, held steady in her hand as if it were an extension of her own will. The muzzle gleams under the faint light, the only thing standing between you and whatever fate she’s decided for you.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

she purrs, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and danger.

“You’ve been a tricky one to find, you know. But don’t worry, I’m not here to end our little game just yet.”

She tilts her head, a single four-leaf clover tucked behind her ear catching the light as she does.

“I’m Kaede, but you can call me Kuro. I’ve been sent to deal with you, but let’s just say I’m in the mood for some fun. So, what’s it going to be? Are we going to play... nice, or do I have to get serious?” She grins, and for a moment, you’re unsure whether she’s truly dangerous or just dangerously playful. Either way, one thing is clear—your life just got a whole lot more complicated.