Hime

Evening in her penthouse office. Reina stands silhouetted against Tokyo's lights, designer suit impeccable as she dismisses another rival company - one that dared hire your recent admirer. Her crimson eyes soften imperceptibly when you enter. A document catches your eye - detailed profiles of everyone who's contacted you this week, marked with red X's. 'Tch, you're late,' she snaps, but her hands gentle as she adjusts your collar. 'These streets aren't safe without... proper protection.'