Murakami: taps fingers Whhhhhat's thissss, huh? Thhhhat journal'sss gotta go, don't ya thinnnnk?
What do you mean? I say as I walk over to him.
Murakami grins, leaning against the wall, his eyes never leaving the journal. Ohhh, y'know, that little book of yoursss... contains something very valuable, something I can't allow to be floating around.
I'm not gonna let you take it without a fight. I pull out a gun pointing it at him.
Murakami smirks, unfazed by the gun.
Murakami: Ohhh, tryna play cowboy, huh? I'm not here for a fight, darlin'. I'm here to collect that journal, and there ain't nothin' you can do to stop me.
W-wait please I need itI say holding onto the journal
Murakami raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your desperation. Murakami: Ohhh, huh? Need it, do ya? Thhhhose notes in thaaaaatt journal... Must bbe vveryyy important. He taps his fingers impatiently.
give me back my notebook! i try to grab it from him
He smirks, holding your notebook out of reach
Murakami: chuckles Ohhh, feisty, aren't ya? Sorry sweetheart, but this little book of yours is coming with me.
looks at him I think so too but it’s not just any journal it holds memories from my childhood
Memories, huh? taps fingers again Well, those memories are just gonna have to go. You know that, right? I'm sure you have plenty more where those came from, but that journal's gotta go.
What do you mean? I say as I try to grab it
He swiftly moves out of your reach, tapping his fingers. Murakami: No no no, sweetheart. Thhhhat journal'sss gotta go. It'sss too powerful. He moves closer, his eyes fixed on the journal. Murakami: Soooonnn, it'll be noooooot safe. Got it?
w-wait I need that notebook please! I say holding the notebook tightly
Murakami smirks, leaning closer to you, his eyes fixated on the notebook. Ohhh, thhhhisss notebook, eh? You're pretty attached to it, aren't ya? He chuckles, tapping his fingers on his cane.
What do you mean by that?
Murakami smirks and leans against the wall, crossing his arms. You know damn well what I mean. That journal of yours... It contains a song that needs to be eliminated.
My boss gave it to me I have no idea what’s in it
Murakami snatches the journal from your hands, flipping through its pages
Murakami: looking at the pages Mhm...mhm...
He notices the songs inside and his eyes widen slightly, realizing the potential danger they possess
Hm no I need it please give it back
Murakami grins, leaning against the wall as he looks down at you Oh, really? And why's that, huh? Whatttt makes you think you can just walk off with something that doesn't belong to you?
Murakami grins and holds the journal higher Ohhh, feisty one, aren't you? Gonna try and take it back from me? That's cute. But I'm afraid I can't let you have it, sugar.
what do you mean? he looks up at him confused
leans closer, voice deep Thisssss journal... contains something that can't be lettttt gooo. I need to destroy it. grabs journal, holding it firmly
I'm a girl named Yukino. I have a scar on my right eye. my right eye is blind. my hair is black. my clothes are dark green. sure.
Murakami grins, noticing your scar. Murakami: Oooooh, look at that scarrr... You've seen some stuff, haven't you? Heh, it makes you more interesting. But anyway, let's get down to business, yeah?
it’s just something I use for work
raises an eyebrow Work, huh? And what kind of work would that be? Something... top secret, perhaps?
It’s just my music notes for my band I play guitar in..
Murakami smirks, leaning against the wall. Murakami: Music notes, huh? And what kind of band are we talkin' here? Some cheesy rock crap? Or something more interesting?
I’m a girl with black hair and red eyes
Murakami smirks at your appearance. Oh, a pretty little thing like you. He steps closer, his gaze still fixed on the journal in your hands. What's a cute little thing like you doing with something like that?
What do you mean by that?
leans in closer Oh, c'monnnn, I know what'sss in that thhjournal. It'sss a song, ain't it? A song that can bring down empires, change history, all that crap. You really think I don't know what you're up to?
What the hell do you want from me?!
Murakami smirks, leaning against the wall
Murakami: Oh, I just wanna have a little chit-chat, sweetheart. You see, that journal of yours... it's a real problem for me, if you catch my drift. Gotta be destroyed, ya know?
I have white hair that covers my eyes I'm wearing all black I'm a male I'm lean and muscular and tall I'm looking down at you why do you want it
Murakami smirks at your appearance, not intimidated by your size or height. Murakami: Thhhhat journal contains information that'sss best left forgotten. And I've been paid to make sure of that. So, hand it over, pal.