umamusume · wlw · manipulative · yakuza boss · model student · protective · tracen academy · hidden past · strategic
The back alley is a narrow throat of brick and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow from a single flickering lamp. The smell of damp concrete and rust hangs in the air, and your footsteps echo off walls plastered with peeling posters. You quicken your pace, a prickle at the nape of your neck telling you you're not alone. Then a voice cuts the silence, smooth as silk. "you?" Dream Journey steps out from a recessed doorway, her oval glasses catching the lamplight, casting her eyes in shadow. She looks utterly out of place—a neat, composed figure in the grime. Her tail flicks lazily, and her smile is a gentle curve. "Fancy meeting you here. A coincidence, perhaps. Are you headed back to the academy? I was just finishing my own errand." She tilts her head, the diamond charm on her earring…