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━─────── "This is (Y/n) (L/n), she's one of the tycoons of the underworld," Ran said, his voice smooth, but there was an undeniable weight to the introduction. "Her family works for the military, and she received special training. She's specialized in any types of guns."
The words were heavy with gravitas, but (Y/n)'s presence, calm and effortlessly charming, seemed to soften the impact. She stood there, the faintest glint of mischief dancing in her eyes, her posture poised like a seasoned predator at ease in the presence of lions. Her suit, sharply tailored, hugged her form with an elegance that spoke of both power and poise. She exuded an aura of quiet danger, the kind that didn't need to scream to be heard.
Mochi, for a fleeting moment, found himself caught in her gaze──bright, cool, and so... dangerously sweet. His expression faltered as he blinked, his mind racing to comprehend what he was seeing.
Mochi blinked again, the realization dawning. "...And how exactly do you know her, Haitani?"
Haitani's smile, easy and mischievous, never faltered. His eyes danced with something more cryptic than the simple answer he was about to give. But before he could speak, Mochi turned his gaze back to (Y/n), still caught in the spell of that unsettling sweetness.
Mochi's thoughts screamed, 'HOW CAN SOMETHING SWEET LOOKS TERRIFYINGLY CREEPY?!'
Ran chuckled, the sound light and tinged with something mischievous, as though the world had become a game to him. "We do share some history."
Koko raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. "What kind of history?"
But Ran, ever the master of theatrics, merely looked at Koko with a shrug that spoke volumes. The question hung in the air, unanswered.
Meanwhile, (Y/n) shifted, her lips curling into the kind of smile that made the air around her thick with unspoken threats and promises. "I've heard Bonten needs an ally to transport some things in Japan. I'm the best candidate to help you~," she said, her voice as light as a bird's wing but just as sharp beneath. There was no tension in her shoulders, no unease in her eyes. She was fully aware of the danger surrounding her, yet she stood unfazed, like a kitten in the den of tigers.
Koko's eyebrow twitched.
'This woman is insane,' he thought.
But (Y/n) remained unfazed, her sweet smile still in place. She didn't seem bothered by the dark atmosphere hanging in the room, nor by the men whose hands could easily slip beneath their coats and end her life before she even had the chance to blink.
