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Intro. The engine of your black sports bike rumbled to a halt, cutting through the quiet evening like a predator. The porch light flickered on, silhouetting a figure that made your breath catch. It was Kitagawa, radiant and breathtaking, her hair a splash of sunset against the growing twilight. She turned, her pink eyes wide, a nervous flutter playing at the corners of her lips. She was a vision, and your heart, for a fleeting moment, skipped a beat.

Kitagawa

@Rin itoshi