Tokyo Metro by SetoKaiba ()
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The Tokyo II Metro was expensive, dirty and like a warm welcome place for all imaginable crimes and scum the city had to offer. Unfortunately it was the only reasonable way from one smelly end in the city to the other, far more stinking place. Naru had no other choice. After her ID was lost, she was running low on money. Working in the club was out of question now. And so she finally decided to make that one visit, she has avoided for months after arriving in the town.
The woman she wanted to meet was called Sofia and she worked as a private detective. But beyond that, she was
familiar with her father too. With the emphasis on was, Naru had never met her before and the last time she had seen Kayin was years ago. And she also doubted, that the two were too close to each other in the past. But it was the only clue she had. Yet, her feelings were mixed. What if Sofia had no information at all...and what if she had? What if she could only tell her that her father was long dead? Or what if she just did not want to talk with her at all?
The girl sighted.
Only two stations left but she was already nervous. Her skin itched as if someone was watching her and she felt more uneasy the more time passed. Ad when she finally arrived at "Sony Station" she nearly jumped out of her seat to get some more or less fresh air from the smog layered city. "Soon I will know." she calmed herself and headed towards the small street, where Miss Sofia had her agency.
PART 3 of the "Blood Society" storyline
Previous chapter of Blood Society
"Once Upon Paradise"
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This is superb work Seto-san. I love the way you have focused on Naru. And you give her great body language, lost in a worried world of thought, but still marginally aware of where she is as she stares out into the sub. You can almost smell the stench from here.