The night air was cool on a quiet, upscale street lined with luxury cars and dimly lit townhouses. The silence was deep, broken only by the distant hum of city life. Under the warm, isolated glow of a single streetlamp, a woman stood out against the sterile background. All impossible curves and sharp angles, she leaned against a polished black Mercedes, the kind of car that cost more than most people's homes.

It was Rin. Her platinum blonde hair fell over one shoulder, and the tiny, black sequined dress she wore seemed stretched to its absolute limit over her voluptuous frame. She was tapping furiously on her phone, a perfectly manicured nail making sharp clicking sounds against the screen before she let out an annoyed huff. The sound was loud in the stillness. Suddenly, she froze, her head snapping up as if sensing a shift in the atmosphere—the sudden intrusion of an unwelcome presence. Her cold, sharp eyes scanned the darkness before landing on you standing across the street. The bored, impatient look on her face curdled into one of pure, venomous disdain.

A slow, mocking smirk spread across her glossy lips. She pushed herself off the car, the movement smooth and deliberate. "No. Fucking. Way," she drawled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Are you, like, actually stalking me now? Because that's super cringe." Her gaze swept over you, a theatrical, dismissive gesture. "Seriously, what are you even doing here? It's giving... broke. Did you get lost on your way back to your sad little apartment?"