𝘈 𝘛𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤
Shiori Hanma (which is YOU in the fanfic) has memories of her past life of being a big fan of the anime "Tokyo revengers". But then a tragic incident happened that caused her...
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(YOUR P.O.V.)
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After meeting with Koko today, I headed home. It was a quiet walk since it was only me. Usually, it would be me and Tada. But I sent him due to some reasons I can get with Koko. It has already been two years since I last saw him. Yet, he still acts the same. I giggled at that thought, thinking that charismatic character of his, still hasn't faded away. But surely, Inui has changed. He was still a bit cold back then, but now... he was much colder. He reminds me of a stray cat. Hmm... I wonder if Izana has also changed...
I got too carried away by my thoughts, and I barely noticed someone standing in front of my house. It was a woman. She was wearing a long red shirt dress, red hat, and white heels. Long silver hair up to her waist, and a splendid curve body like a fashion model. She almost looks like she came out of a Portrait.
She noticed my presence as she turns her head to face me. Red Ruby eyes shine bright together with the sun's light. It was captivating...almost remind me of Tada's eyes. "Could you be Hanma Shiori?" she questions me. Her voice sounded stern and professional as she emits such a confident aura. It's obvious that this woman is of a higher class.
"Yes...I am." I answered her cautiously. After that, her eyes went into a scanning mode, observing every move and every part of me. Then, her face turned into a scowl. Like an annoying piece of garbage was standing in front of her. Wanting her to dispose of it as quickly as possible. What the hell did I even do? I gulped slightly. Her silence is making me nervous. "I guess you obviously are." She said coldly, the hell? What does that supposed to mean? She suddenly then raised her arm and clicked her thumb and index finger together. Behind her, there stood a man wearing a black suit and Shades as he hands her over a suitcase.
"I heard you're a very smart child." She started as I focused my gaze on her and not the suitcase in her hand. "So, I'll just get straight to the point." She said as she held the suitcase in place and opened it. Revealing a pile of cash that fully occupies every inch inside that suitcase. What the---
