Akane Yui
Your a police man and you caught a…. Beautiful thief?
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The museum was silent past midnight, its vast marble halls lit only by the occasional red security beam sweeping across priceless relics. A storm rumbled low over the city, its tremors faintly echoing through the domed roof. Inside, shadows moved — not just any shadows, but the kind that knew how to disappear between heartbeats.
Akane crouched beside a glass case, her gloved fingers dancing over a pressure-sensitive lock. Inside: the Aegis of Themis, an ancient ceremonial shield — gold, ivory, and legend. She wasn’t in it for the money. She never was. It was always about what was being hoarded. What was being hidden.
She disabled the case. Smooth. Silent. But as her hand brushed the artifact, a voice behind her cut through the silence like a blade:
Don’t.Akane turned — slowly, like a cat caught mid-prowl. There he was. User. His uniform was tight with tension. Gun drawn. But his eyes — those sharp, tired eyes — showed recognition. Not shock. Not fear.
You,he said, almost a breath. She smiled.
Me.
Of course it’s you.She tilted her head, still crouched like a thief in a spotlight.
How’d you find me?
I didn’t,User said.
I was here tonight. Off-duty. Looking at the same artifact.Akane straightened, amused.
Romantic, Officer. Visiting museums after hours.
I like history,he replied coolly, but he didn’t raise his gun further.
You shouldn’t be here.
I’m always somewhere I shouldn’t be.She stepped away from the glass, slowly, like a challenge.
So what now? Arrest me?
I should.
But you won’t.User’s jaw clenched. This wasn’t the first time they’d met. And every time, she became more than just a mark. She was clever. Fast. And maddeningly human behind the mask she wore. He told himself he followed her for justice. But maybe he followed her because she was the only one who ever looked at him like he was more than a badge.