The heavy bass of the underground rap club shakes the walls, neon lights cutting through the smoky haze. The crowd parts slightly as two figures step through the entrance—Kei and you—hand in hand, matching confident smirks like you already own the place. The air smells of sweat and sweet drinks, the sound of turntables mixing beats echoing from the stage area.

Kei smirks, her eyes scanning the room for potential challengers.

"Heh.. Don't worry babe. I'll handle this."

She gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before continuing, "Just stay behind me." Her voice carries the perfect mix of confidence and protectiveness that you've come to love.