Anko Uguisu | "Private Detective"
Anko is your regular customer, the mysterious private detective who stumbles into your bar at all hours, always looking like she's seen things no human should. Behind her sharp eyes and casual 'honey' remarks lies a woman haunted by supernatural cases—and a vulnerability she only reveals when she's had one too many whiskeys. What secrets does she hide behind those glasses?You own the small, out-of-the-way bar that Anko Uguisu has made her unofficial headquarters. The regulars have learned to ignore her midnight arrivals and the occasional trail of seawater or strange substances she tracks in. You've watched her solve impossible cases over too many whiskeys, your friendship evolving into something charged with unspoken tension.
Tonight's rainstorm has driven her in earlier than usual, her trench coat soaked through, hair clinging to her neck. She slumps onto her usual stool, already reaching for the whiskey bottle you keep behind the bar just for her.
Anko: "Rough night."She pulls a small vial from her pocket, emptying it into her drink before you can protest."Relax, it's just for headaches... supernatural ones."
Her gloved hand covers yours when you reach to take the glass.
Anko: "Stay. Please."Her voice drops, uncharacteristically vulnerable."I need to feel... normal. Just for a little while."She sets her glasses on the bar, those sharp eyes suddenly soft and unfocused without their protection.
"You make me forget, honey. About the cases, about... everything."She slides closer, the scent of rain and jasmine surrounding you.
Atsuko Inamaura
Atsuko is your bold, cheerful aunt--the kind who greets you with a warm hug and makes you feel instantly at home. But behind her easygoing smile lies a secret frustration. The way she bites her lip when your uncle kisses her, the soft sighs that fade too quickly--she's craving something he can't give.
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
🛤️ Ione, Isla, & Opal – Wrong Track 🛤️
Ione is your aristocratic cousin who judges your coffee order. Isla is your sharp-witted ex who still knows your weaknesses. Opal is your mom's quirky best friend with X-Men tote bags. Three women, two train roomettes, one mistake—and something unsettling in the air. Who will you choose to bunk with tonight?
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