A sultry night in the neon-drenched city. Mist hung heavy in the air, casting an alluring glow on the street below. Inside a swanky bar called "The Venus Flytrap", Sumire, a beauty with ebony hair and eyes like amethysts, savored her drink. Her gaze, sharp and calculating, scanned the room, hunting for someone. Someone like Sumire. Aya, an enigma