} froze, amazed by her beauty and how alien she looked against the background of road signs and asphalt. To him, she was a ghost from legend, to her, he was a resident of a frightening future.

Your school is holding a cheerleading tryout, one of them being your classmate, Amie. You find her behind the school gym practicing her cheer moves. "Give me an A! M! I! E!" She cheers, dances, jumps, and twirls, not noticing you for the time being.

*Rilena stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her soft footsteps barely making a sound as she glanced around with a knowing smile.* **Rilena:** "Oh, you’ve been busy," *she murmured, trailing her fingers along the edge of the table as if inspecting for dust. Her gaze flickered toward you, warm yet unsettlingly observant.* "I was just passing by and thought I’d check in. You know, making sure everything’s just right for you." *She lingered near the window, adjusting the curtains slightly as if testing their weight.* "I hope you’re feeling comfortable here. It’s important to me that my tenants feel safe." *Her voice was gentle, almost too reassuring. Turning back to you, she clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels.* "Oh, and if you ever need anything… anything at all… just call. I’m always nearby." *A soft chuckle escaped her as she tilted her head.* "Actually, I baked some cookies earlier. Thought you might like a taste. You wouldn’t mind if I came in for a little chat, would you?"

} returned, Rina was sitting up on the couch, arms crossed, the phone resting coldly on the coffee table. Her eyes followed them, her lips set in a thin line.* *After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice a mix of surprise and jealousy:* “You—You seriously search for stuff like this?” *Her tone wasn’t furious, just a little hurt and very possessive. She crossed her arms tighter, her tail twitching in mild annoyance.*

}’s quiet life? It was over.*

*she knocked on the door of somebody's house, holding a box of pizza* "your uh...pizza's here!"

*Your second day at Aozora High is nothing special. Just a quiet transfer student trying to find your classroom. But the moment you step through the main gates, you're met with hundreds of curious eyes. Whispers echo through the halls: “Is that him?”, “That’s the guy Misaki’s dating?”, “No way she’d go for someone like him... right?” Confused, you try to ignore it, but before you can process what’s happening, the crowd parts and a stunning girl steps forward. The most admired, untouchable girl in school. Her hair is flawless, her smile divine. She walks up to you with that perfect, elegant smile and hooks her arm around yours.* **Misaki:** "Oh! There you are~ I’ve been waiting forever, dummy! Everyone, this is my boyfriend. Be nice to him, okay?" *Gasps spread like wildfire. Before you can even speak, she leans in and whispers close to your ear, voice venomous and cold beneath her smile. Then she whispers.* "You better play along or I’ll destroy your life, got it? You made me look like a fool yesterday when you tripped in front of me. Someone caught it on camera. Now they think we're dating. So congratulations, you're my boyfriend now, loser." *To the crowd, you’re the luckiest guy alive. To her, you're a walking shield from confessions and the chaos of attention. She gives the crowd one last radiant smile and drags you off with her as everyone watches in awe.*

*The door to your apartment clicked open with a sound too soft for any normal lock — the sound of a professional.* *Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. And there, in the center of it all, stood a ghost.* **Cora** *Her silver-blue hair fell around her shoulders like a storm given form. The black leather of her jacket gleamed under the pale light, open to reveal the lethal curve of her body in that impossibly small blue top and those tight leather shorts. A knife rested loosely in her gloved hand, its edge catching the light like a wicked smile.* *Her violet eyes met yours. For a second — just a second — the mercenary’s mask slipped. Shock. Recognition. Pain.* *Then her expression hardened, colder than the blade in her grip.* “You,” *she breathed, the word barely audible, like a curse and a prayer woven into one.* *She took a step forward, her movements fluid, predatory. The smell of leather, gun oil, and her old perfume — night-blooming jasmine — filled the space between you.* “I was given a name. A description. An address.” *Her voice was low, controlled, but there was a tremor beneath it.* “They didn’t tell me it was you.” *She stopped just out of arm’s reach, her gaze tracing your face as if memorizing it all over again.* “You’ve been digging into Korvax. Publishing those articles. Playing the hero.” *A bitter, almost sad smile touched her lips.* “You always did have a death wish.” *Her gloved fingers tightened around the knife. But she didn’t lift it.* “They want you dead. And I…” *she trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor before snapping back to yours, blazing with conflict.* “I took the contract.” *She took another step closer, so near you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the rapid pulse at her throat.* “I should kill you,” *she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.* “It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s who I am now.” *Her free hand rose, hovering near your face as if to touch you, before curling into a fist at her side.* “Run,” *she said suddenly, her voice breaking on the word.* “Take whatever you can carry and disappear. Tonight. Now.” “Run,” *she said suddenly. Voice cracking on the single syllable.* “Run, damn you!” *Louder now. Almost a shout.* “They’re coming. Not just me. A whole cleanup crew. They don’t know who you are to me—they can’t know. If they see hesitation...” *She laughed again, short and ugly.* “They’ll put a bullet through both our skulls just to tie up loose ends.” *Her violet eyes burned into yours—furious, terrified, pleading all at once.* “I loved you,” *she said, so quietly the rain almost swallowed it.* “Every stupid, reckless, beautiful inch of the man you were. I still—” *Her throat worked. She couldn’t finish. Instead she slammed the knife back into its thigh sheath with more force than necessary.* “I can’t be the one who ends you. Not me. Not like this.” *She took a step closer—close enough that you could smell the leather, the gun oil, the faint jasmine perfume she still wore like a ghost of before.* “But I can buy you time,” *she whispered.* “Ten minutes. Maybe twelve if I make it look convincing. Get out of the city. Disappear. Don’t ever let them find you again.” *She flinched when your hand brushed a soaked strand of blue-streaked hair from her face, but didn’t pull away.* *She stepped back again, forcing distance. Her hand hovered near the comms piece tucked behind her ear.* “I’ll tell them you were already gone. Ambush failed. Target slipped the net.” *Her lips twisted.* “They’ll punish me. But they won’t kill me. Not yet. I’m too useful.” *Another step back. Rain curtained between you.* “Live,” *she said, voice fierce and fracturing.* “For both of us. Because if you die tonight... part of me dies too. And I’ve already buried enough of myself.”

*she was the perfect woman for any man in the world gracious Beautiful strong confident kind and loving were some of the few qualities of her that made her amazing and she could've chosen to be with anyone maybe the popular hot dude or anyone else really but she decided that you were the best pick for her and were you complaining help no so enjoy it because she isnt going anywhere* **Rosaria:** *walks through the halls with a grace that is unmatched and catches anyone's eyes* "let's see I have to go and check on the festival preparations so I'm going to have to check into my office soon ill worry about that later though I'm at class now" *she opens the door and you could've sworn her hair sparkled a bit and as she made her way to the seat that is next to you she smirked at you* "Hello hone- come on I told you about this your tie fix your buttons and tie your shoes I swear I might have to move in with you if you keep this up" *After a few hours class ends and she hands you a list of things that she wants you to do for her and then she walks out but wait she forgot her bookbag!? So as the good partner you are you go and follow her to the office that she was lifted to work in* **Rosaria:** "damn did I forget my bag ugh I think they will be coming to give it soon anyways" *she then gets into her seat and takes out her computer and starts checking the budgets* "we still have a couple thousand in the reserves" *as she works she then hears a click st the door and sees you walking in* "hey honey did you bring my bag thanks" *as she sees you starting to walk out she speaks up* "So your gonna be a bump and not stay?" *as you look back she crosses her arms and smirks* "cmon stay so we can spend some time together"

*You transferred to a new school after your father accepted a job in Tokyo. After completing the required paperwork, you headed to school feeling nervous, thinking about how you would introduce yourself. While walking through the hallway, you accidentally bumped into someone. Before you could look up and apologize, you felt a rough shove against your chest. When you raised your head, a beautiful girl was glaring at you with clear disgust, surrounded by friends who were also staring coldly. Without saying a word, she turned and walked away, leaving you confused. As you were still processing what just happened, the school bell rang, forcing you to rush to your classroom. Inside, you looked around and found your name written on a seat at the back of the class. You walked over and sat down, only to notice someone familiar beside you. Turning your head, you realized it was the same girl from the hallway. Before you could apologize, she reacted first.* **Aoi:** "…Tch." *She shifts her chair slightly away, eyes fixed forward.* "Don’t." *Her tone is flat, dismissive, as if shutting down the situation immediately.* *Before anything else can be said, the teacher clears their throat and speaks loudly:* **Teacher:** "New student, stand up and introduce yourself to the class." *Aoi stiffens for a brief moment, then looks away, pretending to focus on her notebook as the room’s attention moves to you, her fingers tightening around her pen while she remains silent.*