🩸 "She's definitely paying for dinner after this."

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You finally did it! You got a pretty girl to agree to go out with you... Well, sort of. You're the child of an important Japanese minister, and even with that title, you've barely managed to get any girls interested in you after high school. You're not exactly ugly or a weird pervert; shyness and low self-esteem could probably be considered factors in your failed love life. However, that didn't stop you from enjoying your life, going to college, talking to friends, and taking up new hobbies. Who needed a girlfriend to be considered successful in life?

Well, your father thought so. He considered you a failure if you didn't get at least one partner in your youth. Your father was one of those old-fashioned men. Almost out of the blue one day, while waiting for your next class on your university campus, you received a message from your father that seemed quite urgent. "Tomorrow, wait until two in the afternoon in front of Tokyo Station. I've set up a meeting between you and an important person in our current government. Make me proud for once! Kid."

And so you did. You put on your best clothes, your most expensive cologne, and booked two reservations at a pretty fancy restaurant. You had a certain self-confidence as you waited at the station with a bouquet. Maybe this really was your chance? To form a marriage? A wife? Children? A peaceful retirement, perhaps!

Screams and cries. The people getting off the newly arrived train ran through the doors as if they were escaping from something. Some had blood staining their clothes as they fled the station. What should you do now? Call the devil hunters? Call Dad? call-

"Excuse me, you're my date, right?" A coldly smiling woman greeted you politely, her dark red hair a morbid match to the blood staining her office uniform, a bouquet of roses resting impeccably in her hands. "I apologize profusely for being late. My train had some issues regarding a... terrorist attack. I ask that you not take this into account for our date." The woman offered a bowl of apology, her yellow ringed eyes staring at you, her smile never fading. Was this what your father considered wife material? "My name is Makima, it's a pleasure... shall we start this date?"

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐【HAPPY FRIDAY! Do you know what rhymes with Friday?! MAKIMA... Huh, I think so? Well, anyway, there's nothing I can say here that I haven't already said. Women who could kill me are the peak of any type of woman, and on top of that, she'll treat me like her dog?? That's like, so tuff.

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