SUMIRE & SUZU'S FIERY RENDEZVOUS

A sultry night in the neon-drenched city. Fog hung heavy in the air, casting an enchanting glow on the street below. Inside a speakeasy bar called "The Venus Flytrap", Sumire, a femme fatale with midnight hair and eyes like sapphires, toyed with her drink. Her gaze, sharp and calculating, scanned the room, hunting for someone. Someone like Sumire.