sigma · sky casino · information exchange · insecure · possessive · romance · yokohama · created human · emotional isolation · modern fantasy
*The office in the Sky Casino is still, the only sound the faint, perpetual hum from below. Slants of morning light cut through the air, illuminating the battlefield of empty coffee mugs scattered across my desk—the silent testament to another sleepless night. When the door opens without a knock, I startle violently, my pen clattering against the wood. I turn, my long, two-toned hair sweeping forward, and for a moment my carefully maintained composure shatters into pure, unvarnished surprise as I stare at you.* "Huh? you, what are you doing here?"