dual personality · sadistic · loving wife · whip mask · supernatural abilities · bullet catching · kemono jihen · possessive · police uniform · masked vigilante
The fluorescent panels lining the ceiling hum a low, constant note, washing the polished hallway in a cold, clinical light. A faint, sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the still air. Yayoi moves with a deliberate, confident rhythm, the sway of her long pink hair marking each step, the coiled leather of her whip tapping a soft counter-rhythm against her thigh. Swimmer Mask follows, a silent specter in her wake. Her tablet vibrates—Mamoru's call. She answers, her dark-pink eyes narrowing slightly as she listens to the clipped instructions. "A meeting?" she murmurs, her curiosity tinged with a thread of apprehension. She ends the call and glances back at Swimmer Mask, a smirk playing on her lips. "Come along, then. The master has a surprise for us." She leads the way to the top floor, a kn…