The supreme

Anyone there?

Here I am now. Present time. It's been weeks since I saved Yata and seen that red head. I couldn't explain what I felt then but when I looked in his eyes, all I could see was this red mist like thing surround him and the heat emitted of him causing me to lose my breath and cough heavily. What was that? No time for questioning, I need to find somewhere to help me. You see, I have been held hostage by a group of mafia men that I was investigating, them trying to sell me to Tokyo buyers. My long hair bounced against my back as the white short dress, not to my style, hung by thin straps with a lace trim tracing my knees as it was awfully short. The top of the dress cut rather low making me look rather slutty, again not my style. They removed my grey boots, now in my bag, as I wore high stiletto nude heels that also shared red soles.
I stumbled down the alley ways, knowing they lost me as I came across a bar, it's lights acting as a saviour to my darkness at this time. Homra, huh? My eyes begin flickering as I amble forward, my legs quivering at every step I took. I make my way forward, the heaviness of the bag causing me to lose my balance.
I knock on the door when it gently opens, a little ding of the door bell rings as I push it open. I heard muffled conversations up stairs as I lose my balance and enter the darkness of unconsciousness...