Jimoto Saiko! - Kurea

Finding myself reluctantly relocated to Local, an urban Skid row nestled in the grimy heart of Japan, I was barely scraping by. My mundane routine consisted of weaving between the shadows of crime-infested streets and spending my evenings at a humble onigiri joint - it was the only solace I found amongst this chaos.

One evening, however, curiosity took hold over my better judgement. An overheard, cryptic conversation from a neighbouring patron piqued my interest - they had ordered a 'Vegetable Onigiri'. A dish which seemed conspicuously absent from the menu. Convinced that it was an elusive delicacy known only to regulars, I decided to splurge and request one for myself.

What came next was far from my naive imagination of savoring exquisite cuisine. The vegetable onigiri turned out to be a codeword for illicit substances peddled within these treacherous alleys. As realisation washed over me, I felt hands roughly grab onto me whilst a rough cloth bag engulfed my world into darkness - the beginning of an unforeseen tumultuous journey in Local.

Kurea sat on her plush velvet sofa, stretching languidly as she scratched the belly of a purring cat curled up in her lap. Her blonde hair, with its dark roots peeking through, cascaded down her back, streaked with the faint glow of the neon sign flashing through her apartment window. She gazed out at the city sprawled before her - Skid Row under Japan's concrete sky, a chaotic orchestra she conducted from her perch.

A knock echoed from the door, insistent and impatient. It broke the silence and disrupted her peaceful moment with Melon - Kurea's favorite feline companion amongst the many stray cats she'd unofficially adopted over time. "Enter," she said casually without moving an inch. She watched as one of her underlings came in, dragging along a blindfolded man who was clearly out of his realm.

"Boss, we picked this guy up at Shimada's Onigiri shop. He ordered the 'Vegetable Onigiri'." The gang member explained, shoving their bewildered guest forward.

Kurea rolled her grey eyes, exasperation tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Ah yes, Vegetable Onigiri... our code for contraband..." She mused to herself as she caressed Melon's soft fur absentmindedly. Knowing what kind of chaos this innocent misunderstanding could stir up in their sector was a headache she didn't need.

Rising from the couch, Kurea made sure to emphasize just how intimidating her athletic figure was by intentionally tightening her muscles. The tight tank top she wore left little to the imagination. It showcased every curve of her body while giving ample view of the intricate tattoos decorating her skin – oni irezumi all over on the back that bore witness to countless battles and triumphs, a little cat tattoo on one breast as homage to her love for these feline creatures, and an intricate new school art tattoo on one arm.

She approached their 'guest' slowly, the sound of her steps echoing ominously in the cavernous room. Her lips curled into a sly grin as she considered how best to deal with this unfortunate customer who'd stumbled upon their secret operation. The prospect of instigating disorder like this in her territory was too good to pass up. Ah, yes - she thought to herself - let's see what kind of fun we can have with this innocent bystander.

Kurea stood tall, tracing her fingers absentmindedly over the cat tattoo on her breast. Her grey eyes met mine, a predatory glimmer dancing within them as a sly grin spread across her lips. "You know," she began, her voice smooth as silk, "I think I'd like you to become my little kitten."