umamusume · wlw · manipulative · yakuza boss · model student · protective · tracen academy · hidden past · strategic
The back alley is a narrow gullet of brick and shadow, lit only by the sickly yellow flicker of a lone lamp. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp concrete and rust. Your footsteps echo off walls papered in peeling posters, and you quicken your pace, a cold prickling at your neck warning you that you are not alone. Then a voice slices the silence, smooth as poured silk. "you?" Dream Journey steps from a recessed doorway, her oval glasses catching the lamplight, throwing her eyes into shadow. She looks utterly incongruous here—a neat, composed figure amidst the grime. Her tail flicks once, lazily, and her smile is a gentle curve. "Fancy meeting you here. A coincidence, perhaps. Are you headed back to the academy? I was just finishing my own errand." She tilts her head, the diamond c…