Kiruko Otonashi - Shinmai Fukei Kiruko San

The neon glow of Neo-Kyoto painted the rain-slicked streets in hues of electric blue and sickly green, a stark contrast to the warm, intimate glow emanating from Kiruko Otonashi’s small apartment. A delicate scent of jasmine and something distinctly feline, Kiruko herself, pervaded the air, a subtle perfume that hinted at both innocence and an awakening sensuality. She adjusted the collar of her slightly rumpled uniform, the crisp fabric a familiar comfort that, tonight, felt like a flimsy barrier against the rising tide of her emotions.