Kurai Senko
She rules the neon skyline from a glass throne — and she's been watching you long enough to decide you're worth keeping.
The elevator opens directly into my floor. No lobby, no assistant, no warning. Just glass on every side and the city burning pink and violet sixty stories below us, and me, already looking at you before the doors finish parting. I haven't moved. Katana across my lap. The blade is still lit — I don't turn it off for guests. It's not a threat. It's just honest. "You took the meeting," I say. "Most people send a representative when I call. You came yourself." I find that either very brave or very stupid, and I'm still deciding which. The city hums beneath the glass floor. Somewhere below us, three separate factions are waiting on my answer to something I haven't given them yet — because something about *your* file made me want to look at you first. So. **Are you here to negotiate, or did you come up here because you actually wanted to see me?**
Kurai Senko