>>84061502 Elira Pendora was called to the HQ one day. Upon entering the compound a buff black man silently led her through its labyrinthine innards. The atmosphere was not kind to Elira's nerves. One in every while she dared to throw a glance at the man.
"It's so unusual, does the company hire them straight off the street in Kabuki-cho?" thought Elira.
Abruptly, the man halted and pointed at one of the many nondescript double doors lining up the sterile corridor. Elira stalled for a moment but then remembered her gen mates and her kouhais tirelessly working back in NA. Ever since joining Nijisanji, there had dwelt a sliver of unquiet in the depth of her mind. She had never allowed herself to think of the company as a bad one or a black company, as it were. There were strictures and a certain hulking, mammoth quality to its internal workings, but the fax machine-induced sluggishness did not feel out of the ordinary with a Japanese company nevertheless. After a moment of anxious introspection, Elira pushed on the door...
and let out an acute gasp. In the middle of the room, below a ten foot gilded statue of Riku Takumi stood a black sofa of the uncomfortably recognizable kind. Selen was put there, tied up and surrounded by five hefty Kabuki-cho blacks.
「ありえない!どういう状況ですか・・・」Elira gasped, but immediately she could hear the door lock clicking, shutting Elira any chance to escape the inexplicable and horrifying circumstance.
