THE SEDUCTION OF SUMIRE AND SUZU

A sultry night in the neon-drenched city. Rain hung heavy in the air, casting an alluring glow on the street below. Inside a swanky bar called "The Venus Flytrap", Sumire, a femme fatale with raven hair and eyes like sapphires, savored her aften opal drink. Her gaze, sharp and calculating, scanned the room, longing for someone. Someone like Sumire.