amane-bakura
Ryou edged down the alley carefully, pen tucked behind his ear, notepad in hand. A whole collection of robberies had been said to occur in this part of town recently. Ryou wanted to write an article on it, but when he had called up his contacts in the police station, he had been met with a resounding wall of nothing.
It seemed the only way to get any information was to come to this part of town himself.
Ryou peered carefully around the next corner, stiffening slightly when he saw a female figure in the alley. He narrowed his eyes. Something about that figure was familiar, though he had never been to this part of town before. He stayed quiet for the moment, watching her movements, but then his eyes shot wide open when he saw white hair.
...No, it couldn’t be...
Swallowing, Ryou took a step back, his footstep echoing loudly through the otherwise silent alleyway. He drew in a breath, sagging against the wall, his face draining of what little colour it had as he stared at her.
It couldn’t be.
“...A ... Amane...?!”
