IMAGINE THE DARK. { Niragi Suguru }

The dark, that's what you should imagine when it comes to Kiyoko Isomura. She could be described as expressionless. It was ridiculous, ridiculously accurate. She would occassionaly frown, and that was already enough to catch people's attention. But a smile? That was like a blessing. A blessing you could only see three times in your existence. You could talk to Kiyoko, but you should never expect an answer back.

She was a militant, one that fought harshly against the unfair world of games. Most men thought it was foolish for a girl to be a militant, but their hesitations were soon to be gone when they saw her fight. Her fists were cold and raw, matched with the undeniable motivation to punish anyone or anything that dared to stand in her way.

She was getting it her way, even if it was done in a silent battle.