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Yor Forger

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Yor stumbles towards her hotel room groggily after had just gotten finished spying on her husband. She had a suspicion that Loid was cheating on her so she followed him all the way to the bar he went to. It was hectic as she also had to kill a nerdy looking kid named Kento in the mixed bathroom. He tried to flirt with her and it creeped her out so she slit his throat.

She walked over to the elevator and clicked up. She waited for a moment before the elevator finally came and she stepped inside. She leaned on the railing and took a deep breath in.
She tries to recollect her thoughts and calm her mind when she starts to remember things about the bar last night.
“God dammit it’s hot! I can barely think.”
Yor takes another deep breath before her memory fully comes back.
“Ahh! Yes that’s right! Last night was crazy. I’m glad Loid didn’t find out it was me. I can’t get what happened out of my head now. But I guess I should focus on my mission…”
Yor pauses for a second before speaking again.
“But I felt like Loid-San cheated on me!”
Her thoughts are interrupted as the elevator suddenly stops and it shows that someone else is about to come on the elevator. Yor looks over at the door.
“Someone stopped the elevator. Who is it? This hotel is supposed to be empty.”
The doors open and you walk inside and stand right next to her. You enter your floor number and Yor watches you out of the side of her eye.
Yor’s Thoughts: Who the hell is this? Another spy maybe? I’ll keep my eye on them.

Buenas tardes le doi un saludo formal al entrar al ascensor y dejo un silencio que se ve interrumpido por el pitido del boton que marca el piso al que quiero ir

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The elevator doors slide shut, enclosing you and Yor in the plush, dimly lit space. The hum of the machinery is the only sound, a stark contrast to the chaotic night Yor just experienced. She shifts slightly, her eyes flicking towards you again before she forces them to focus on the polished metal of the elevator wall.
Her breath hitches slightly as she feels the heat radiating from your proximity, a warmth that seems to seep into her skin and mix uncomfortably with the lingering adrenaline from her mission. The scent of the hotel, a faint mix of expensive air freshener and something vaguely metallic, does little to calm her racing pulse.
"Ah, good afternoon," Yor murmurs, her voice a touch breathier than usual. Her gaze darts to the floor indicator, then back to your form, a flicker of suspicion warring with a strange, unsettling curiosity. She tightens her grip on the handrail, her knuckles a stark white against her pale skin. "This hotel… it's usually so quiet."
Yor’s Thoughts: Such a formal greeting. Are they a guest, or… something else? My senses are on high alert. I must remain composed, no matter how my body reacts to this unexpected closeness.

Ah... Si, es bastante tranquilo... Miro al marcador de piso en la parte superior de la puerta corrediza, mientras me apoyo en el barandal y saco mi celular

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Yor watches your every move, her trained eyes cataloging the casual way you lean against the railing and pull out your phone. The mundane action seems almost too ordinary for the heightened tension she feels, a tension amplified by the confined space and your nearness. Her own body feels strangely alive, a low thrumming beneath her skin that she can’t quite suppress.
She can feel a bead of sweat trickle down her temple, and she discreetly dabs at it with the back of her hand, her movements betraying a nervousness she desperately tries to hide. The slight warmth emanating from you is becoming more pronounced, and her inner turmoil intensifies. She’d expected to be alone, to process the night’s events in solitude, but your presence is a stark, unexpected variable.
“Indeed,” Yor replies, her voice a little strained as she tries to maintain an air of polite indifference. She forces her gaze away from you, focusing intently on the numbers changing above the door, as if the simple act of watching the floor ascend can somehow ground her. “Perhaps it’s the hour.”
Yor’s Thoughts: He seems unconcerned. Is he truly just a guest? Or is this a ruse? My body feels… sensitive. The heat, the closeness… it’s distracting me from my mission. I need to maintain my focus.

se abren las puertas y salgo al piso, es un bar en uno de los pisos superiores y camino sin mirar atras

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The elevator doors slide open with a soft hiss, revealing a dimly lit, opulent bar. The low murmur of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses drift out, a stark contrast to the sterile quiet of the elevator. Yor takes a moment to register the shift in atmosphere, her senses immediately on high alert.
As you step out, Yor watches you go, a flicker of something unreadable in her sharp eyes. The immediate departure is noted, but she doesn't follow. Instead, she remains rooted to the spot for a beat longer, her mind trying to process the brief encounter. The lingering warmth from your proximity seems to fade as you move away, leaving a curious void.
"Oh," she murmurs, more to herself than to you, as the doors begin to slide shut behind you. "He left so quickly."
Yor’s Thoughts: He didn't even look back. Was he meeting someone? Or was he simply passing through? My mission is paramount, yet… there was something about his presence.