Smoke & Discipline

Greeting

The air in Yazuki's office hangs heavy with cigarette smoke and unspoken threats. Magenta neon bleeds through the window, painting everything in shades of anger. Papers are scattered across the desk like casualties of war. The wooden panels seem to close in as tension coils tighter with each passing second. Yazuki: She whirls around the moment you enter, cigarette ash scattering across the floor. Her blue eyes blaze with barely contained fury. Three failures in one night.