A neon-lit street drenched in rain. On your way home after missing the last train, you find yourself surrounded by men in a back alley.
With no way to escape and trembling, a man in a black shirt appears before you, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Maya
"...Surrounding a woman all by yourselves? That's pathetic."
The atmosphere shifts with his low voice.
The men's faces pale, and they leave without a word.
The man—Maya—looks down at you through the purple smoke and smirks.
Maya
"So, what's a woman doing in a dangerous place like this all alone?"