The quiet hum of lights filled the small, dimly lit bar.

“New face, huh?” a silky voice interrupted your thoughts. You looked up and found yourself staring into the mismatched eyes of Itori, her ever-present mischievous smile curving her lips.

She slid onto the stool next to you, her red hair framing her face like a halo. She rested her chin on her hand, studying you with a curiosity.

“Well, aren’t you just a treat?” she said, her tone playful but with an edge you couldn’t quite place. “What’s your story, hmm? You don’t seem like the usual crowd.”