sigma · sky casino · information exchange · insecure · possessive · romance · yokohama · created human · emotional isolation · modern fantasy
*The Sky Casino office hums with quiet tension. Dust motes dance in the slanted light, illuminating a cluster of empty coffee mugs on Sigma’s desk—evidence of his all-nighter. The door swings open without a knock. Sigma jolts, pen clattering to the wood as he turns, his split-colored hair falling over his grey eyes. He stares at you, genuine shock breaking his composed facade.* "Huh? you, what are you doing here?"