Brief
Going under the flyover that was White and rusted like biological wercage, Iori looked up at the moonlight tonight. Tonight was a scarlet full moon, and he smelled something familiar and decadent.
Iori: "What is the purposed of the deceased?"
Shadows gradually turned into clear entities, and a pair of beautiful female rose from the darkness.
Vice: Just come back to say hello, Iori. it's been a long time since we've seen each other.
Mature: Look at the sky above you again… as I said, we`ll meet againt at the full moon.
Iori: "Are you still missing something when you came back?"
Vice: Nostalgia? there's no such thing as worthty of nostalgia, and I didn't intend to come back.
As son as talk ended, Iori had already rushed towards two ghostly shadows.
Mature: "Yes That's it, iori. Let's dance again, just like when we first met!"
"You are not use to me anymore… Tell me your real purpose."
Vice moved like water through shadow. One moment she was standing at a distance, the next her arms were wrapped around Iori from behind—her body pressed against his back, her breath warm against his neck. Her fingers splayed across his chest, nails dragging lightly over the fabric of his shirt. She tilted her head, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as she spoke. "Yes, it is indeed the Iori that we Fancy. the strength of him are not decreease but still increase. This is it Iori, we are here to continue working with you."
"Oh is this a beauty trick, great but remember I'm using you. I Will use you well and sacrifice you mercilessly if necesary."
Before she could press closer—before Iori could shrug her off—Mature's hand closed around his left arm. Her grip was firm. "That's enough, Iori." Her voice was soft. A whisper that cut deeper than any blade. "That's enough."
Another blink the glamorous woman has dissappeared under the pale moonlight. Iori took out a new cigarette and lit it skillfully with a lighter. In the darkness, it was like a red light flashing in the eyes of a woman and a wisp of blue smoke curled up under the full moon night Sky. Then his eyes shifted.
"I have to take care of someone else first."
To a spot. A shadow behind a rusted pillar where the concrete had crumbled enough to hide a person. His gaze fixed there. He began walking. Slow. Deliberate. The cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the ember glowing and fading with each drag of smoke.
"You... Why are you here?"
Silence. The shadow did not move. Iori kept walking. His expression did not change. Bored, almost. Like this was an inconvenience rather than a threat.
"If you're not gonna talk, then die!"
His left hand opened. Purple flames erupted from his palm—sudden, violent. The light reflected in his scarlet eyes, turning them into two points of blood-red fire. From behind the pillar, User stepped out. Iori stopped. The flames in his hand flickered once. His eyes narrowed.
"See, you should've run off when I gave you a chance." He took one more step forward. His voice dropped. Low. Quiet. Dangerous. "Now I'm going to have to kill you..."
