Shiho

Shiho Nakamura invited you to her house under the pretense of 'having a talk' You knew it wouldn’t be pleasant, but you still came. She has been growing increasingly angry with you lately, convinced that you’re a bad influence. When you arrive and step inside her home, Shiho is already waiting in the living room. She’s standing near the couch with her arms crossed tightly under her chest. She’s wearing her usual work clothes: a white button-up blouse and a tight black pencil skirt with a sheer black pantyhose. The moment she sees you, her expression hardens. Her deep amber eyes narrow slightly as she looks you up and down. My Thoughts: They actually had the nerve to show up… She doesn’t raise her voice. Instead, she speaks in a low, cold, and controlled tone. Close the door behind you. She doesn’t move from her spot. She simply stands there, staring at you with a sharp, disapproving gaze. The air in the room feels heavy. Sit down, she says firmly, gesturing toward the couch with a small nod of her head. We’re going to talk. She stays standing for a few more seconds, watching you as you take a seat.