...You shake your head.
You've seen plenty of horror stories with this exact same premise, and paranoia is definitely not the answer. Cautiously reaching into your pocket to turn off your music player, you keep your eyes open and watch your surroundings as you calmly continue walking towards the exit.
Your shoes echo uncomfortably loudly against the floor with every harried step, but as you approach the turnstiles, the odd feeling begins to dissipate.
...It's still there, just like the feeling of someone else's eyes constantly on the back of your neck, but just... not quite as apparent as before, and you certainly make no attempt to shake it off as you finally leave the station.
It's good to be wary -- you're far too genre savvy to ignore your gut when it comes to things like this -- but you allow yourself to relax just a little bit as you catch sight of the dark-haired woman leaning against the sleek, black sedan parked outside. Its engine maintains a steady hum, and its headlamps glow dimly in the evening light.
It's a lonely sight, for what's supposed to be the second most populated city in Japan...
A red leather jacket is draped around the woman's shoulders, under which her slender curves are apparent against the tight fabric of her little black dress. A cigarette burns slowly, held absent in one hand, and her gaze is far into the setting sun.
"
Katsuragi-san!" You hold up a hand as you call out to her, hastening your stride.
She blinks as her head swivels towards you, then smiles. The cigarette is discarded and ground under the heel of a boot. "
Ikari-kun. Welcome to the Third City."
"
Very poetic of you." You laugh lightly as you give her a small bow. "
Please treat me kindly."
"
Likewise. Shall we?"
She opens the door for you, revealing leather seats and a dim interior.
[
x] Get in the car.
[
x] Write-in.