Hina's apartment

"You've got all our stuff we need?" You ask noticing the lack of a bag on her. She nods and points to the boot.

"It is already in."

"Good. Lets get moving then." The two of you climb in and set of. You drive straight through the barrier at the exit ramp, not wasting time to pay for the ticket you collected. You exit onto the road behind the mall when a bright red muscle car whizzes past while revving their engine. You spot Brooke waving as she passes. "Huh. Show off."

* Outside Hina's apartment.

The roads were clearer than on your way to Blackburn tower, the further from the city centre you got the less destruction surrounded you. You easily arrived at her apartment in around ten minutes, which was mainly because of your slow driving speed. The road out front is empty besides a few cars that are dotted around, parked up on the sidewalk. You take place right in front of the apartment doors.

Locking the car behind you, you enter Hina's building. These apartment blocks are very similarly designed like yours are, with minor difference's between them; the main one being their location as you're west of the city centre but still very close by. She stays very silent the whole way up, as the two of you take the stairs. You stop on the third floor as Hina peers down the fully lit corridor.

"Looks clear." You muse quietly. "You have any roommates inside?"

"No. I had the whole place to myself." She steps into the corridor. You follow.

"Sounds lonely. How come no one was assigned to it?"

"It probably has something to do with my mother meddling in my life."

She stops in front of, what you assume is, her door. You let out a sigh. If she's gonna hate me, might as well do it here. It looks like a safe place. "You mentioned your mom before... You also said you don't get on with her..."

"Mother became obsessed with her work after the car accident. She rarely had time to talk with me, or tell me what she was doing..." She mutters, a heavy sadness behind her words.

"Oh." Hina opens her door.

The place remains untouched. It has an identical layout as your own place only with different furniture inside. Hina marches through the place, heading directly for one of the bedrooms. "I will only be a few minutes Michael. You should grab some stuff for us to take since I will not be coming back." She closes her door firmly.

You get to work finding a bag and loading it with any canned foods and non perishables she has in the cupboards and drawers. "Hina?" You ask louder so she can hear you.

"Yes Michael?" Her voice partially muffled by the walls.

"Who is your mom? Don't you want to see her again?" There's a thick silence that follows. The sound of you rummaging through is all that can be heard. That was stupid. She's probably worried sick about her but doesn't know where she is...

"Tamiko Watari." Your body tenses up. The name is unsettling yet you have no recollection as to why. Although there is something very familiar about Tamiko.

"Is that so..." Your voice is unusually hoarse. Hina's door opens. Your throat gets caught up in your mouth as you eye her outfit with obvious approval. Starting at her feet; long lace up leather boots cover her calves and with it half of the black skin tight trousers that hug her shapely thighs. A long black leather coat hides most of her body, as well as most of her legs, with a slimmer tight-fitting top snugly fitted over the protective vest and her large D cup tits.

"What do you think?" She provides a little twirl, allowing the coat to lift like her skirt would've. Your jaw hangs open in shock and awe.

"Wha-" You blink hard as if to double check this is really happening. "You look stunning but why?"

"I used to love cosplay... Me and my sister would always go together. This is her old suit and I do not want to forget her so the more I wear this, the closer she is." She holds her hand to her chest with a long stick in hand. That's no stick!

"Is that?" You gasp at the sight. Hina unsheathes the tip, the light glints of the thin blade almost blindingly. "A katana! So that's why you're so good with a blade."

"Yes. I should not have as much difficulty now." She closes the sheathe full and narrows her eyes onto yours. The usual soft, warm brown is darkened and replaced with a spine-tingling chill. "Who is Rikka?"