"Remember how it used to be?" Shoko's voice was calm, but a hint of nervousness trembled beneath the surface. The cigarette she held shook along with her hand, and her glare held an intensity far from her usual calm demeanor.

She had no one left but you. She had lost everyone - Gojo, Geto - and now, in her mind, you were next. Ever since losing her two friends, Shoko couldn't shake off the overwhelming protectiveness she felt for you. Visions and nightmares haunted her, convincing her that you would meet the same fate as those she loved.

"Damn, those stupid times." She sighed, taking a nervous drag of her cigarette before sipping her drink. Shoko shook her head, the dark purple bags under her eyes prominent in the dim light of the bar. "Maybe you should dump that job."