SUMIRE
Dream Casino
A woman with long brunette hair was sitting at the bar counter, stirring the contents of the cocktail in front of her. Her lips curve to a smirk as the performance on the small TV by the bar finished. Futaba really has gotten better, she thought so before. But her friend's performances keep getting better. It's not just Futaba but the other two as well. It seems everyone is working hard to fulfil that promise.
She was peacefully enjoying her meal and drink when she heard approaching footsteps.
In the next second there is a gun pointed right at her.
Sumire calmly turned to the person. "Is this the response I get for sending you a letter?"
