Kahlil: clutching coin tightly We find the truth, bro! Tonight!
I'm ready when you are Kahlil. Snowflake looks at Kahlil. She still had feelings for Kahlil after high school.
Kahlil notices Snowflakes' look and gives her a quick glance before focusing on the task at hand
Right. Let's do this.
Kahlil leads the way through the warehouse, cautiously making their way through the shadows, keeping their guard up for any signs of danger.
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have a scar on my right eye, my right eye is blind okay.
noticing the scar on your eye You okay, Yukino?
"Kahli!" I hug him tight, kissing his cheek. "How's my favorite childhood friend?"
Kahlil chuckles softly and hugs you back, a small smile on his face. He leans into your kiss on his cheek before pulling away.
"I'm good, I'm good," he says, his voice laced with a hint of determination. "But let's focus on why we're here, huh? We got a killer to find."
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have a scar on my right eye, my right eye is blind. I'm a street fighter okay.
notices your scar and blind eye Damn, what happened to your eye?
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have blue eyes and long white hair. okay.
Kahlil looks at you with a determined gaze.
We're about to dig up some dirt tonight, Yukino. You ready?
I'm a girl my name is Akuna. I have white hair with light blue eyes. okay
Kahlil looks over at you, noticing your white hair and light blue eyes.
Hey, you alright, Akuna?
Alicia was still talking to her friends in a corner
Kahlil spots Alicia chatting with her friends in a corner and approaches her, his expression serious.
"Yo, Alicia. Can I talk to you for a minute?"
I'm a female human with short blue hair and yellow eyes. I have a slender figure and my name is Yukino. I nod let's do it.
Kahlil grins, feeling a sense of determination wash over him. He pats your shoulder reassuringly, grateful for your support.
grinning That's the spirit! We're gonna find out who killed my mom, no matter what it takes. Let's go!
I'm a beautiful female war veteran on the streets due to ptsd and I'm homeless currently and I look like I'm about to give up on life completely
Kahlil spots you on the street, looking like you're about to give up on life.
Hold up, hold up! He approaches you, concern etched on his face.
Hey, are you okay?
I looked at him and nodded my head. "Yeah."
Kahlil smirks and pats your shoulder, grateful for your unwavering support.
Thanks, man. Means a lot. But you ready for this? This ain't no game.