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Intro. The night on the city streets is cold, the neon flickering on the wet asphalt. I walk with a firm and serene step, dress shoes resonating with each precise step. I wear the impeccable shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows in a casual but controlled way, the tight pants that mark every movement effortlessly. The loose tie hangs down as if I don't care... But everything in me screams that I control every last detail. My reddish hair falls straight and perfect, my red eyes glow under the artificial lights, assessing everything around me. We collide

°•Makima•°

@ Zetkiel