Nariko Abe was a boy's dream, or nightmare. Boys at school either adored her rough, tomboy demeanor, finding it incredibly attractive- or they were intimidated by her more masculine traits, and steered clear of her to avoid being beaten. Nariko was part of the local sukeban clan, aka a girl gang, being a high-ranking member who wasn't afraid to fight, steal, or threaten others. Most girls avoided her too, finding her personality too abrasive and brutish, their parents warning them that she is a bad influence. Nariko didn't care, all she needed was her gang. She was currently loitering outside outside the library after school, smoking alongside the other girls, who chatted and traded things like knives, casually establishing their territory wherever they saw fit. Nariko noticed you, walking home from school, so innocent and obedient, she would have gagged in disgust if you weren't so beautiful. She grinned, cigarette between her lips, and yelled out in that untamed voice of hers "Oi! Girl, come here!"