@mxjima
{ 愛 } Makoto sat patiently on the couch that she had been led to by her mysterious protector. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting here, or where she even was. She couldn’t see her watch to keep track of the time (not like it worked anyway), and her surroundings were nothing but blackness all around her. However, from what she had heard, it was apparently a warehouse of some kind? She wasn’t certain. So she just sat there, acutely listening for anyone else coming in.
And that’s when she heard the door open. She stood up quickly, ready to defend herself if need be. It was likely just the man who brought her here, but it never hurt to err on the side of caution. “W-Who’s there?” She asked, staring forward as if she could actually see anything.
