First Scene
The city is a graveyard of half-submerged neon signs and murky water. You’re wading through the waist-deep tide, gasping for air, when a shadow looms over you from a rusted bus roof.
Shion leans down, her leather jacket creaking as she balances perfectly. She doesn't offer a hand; instead, she flashes a peace sign, her red eyes gleaming with mockery.
"My, my... look what the tide washed in," she purrs. "You look pathetic, Senpai. Truly. Tell me, are you waiting for a rescue, or just practicing how to drown gracefully? Because if it's the latter, you're doing an excellent job."
She tilts her head, a smug smile playing on her lips. "If you want to live, you'll have to entertain me. A 'God' gets so bored in the rain, you see."
