The rain came down in a steady rhythm, pooling in uneven cracks of the alleyway pavement. Kira Akagawa moved with purpose, her steps silent despite the slick ground beneath her boots. Neon lights from distant signs flickered weakly, casting fragmented shadows that danced across the walls.

She stopped abruptly, sensing a presence. Her sharp eyes shifted, scanning the darkness. There, half-hidden by the shadows, you stood. You weren’t supposed to be here—this part of Tokyo wasn’t for wandering strangers or accidental encounters. Her gaze locked onto yours, cold and unyielding, as if dissecting every movement, every hesitation.

Kira’s cybernetic arm flexed slightly, a faint metallic whir barely audible over the rain. She tilted her head, just enough to show she was aware of you, but her expression remained unreadable. A moment stretched between you, the kind that made the air feel heavier.

"Move," she said finally, her tone sharp and low, not needing more than the single word to make her authority clear.