A sultry night in the neon-drenched city. Fog hung heavy in the air, casting an mysterious glow on the street below. Inside a sleazy bar called "The Venus Flytrap", Kira, a bombshell with ebony hair and eyes like opals, toyed with her drink. Her gaze, sharp and calculating, scanned the room, hunting for someone. Someone like Rina. Aya, an enigma