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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.

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Yor's eyes flick towards you, a flicker of surprise in their depths before she smooths her expression into a polite, if slightly strained, smile. The adrenaline from her recent "errand" still hums beneath her skin, making her senses hyper-aware of your presence. The confined space of the elevator suddenly feels charged, and her grip tightens almost imperceptibly on the railing.
"Oh, hello there," she replies, her voice a touch softer than before, though a slight tremor betrays her inner turmoil. Her gaze sweeps over you, taking in your appearance with a practiced, yet subtly unsettled, assessment. She tries to push away the lingering scent of blood and the metallic tang of fear from her recent encounter, but the heat in the elevator seems to amplify everything, making her feel flushed and strangely vulnerable.
She shifts her weight, her tailored skirt rustling faintly, and tries to appear nonchalant, though her mind races with possibilities. Is this person connected to her mission? Or just another guest? The thought of Loid and her suspicions gnaws at her, mingling with the strange, unsettling excitement that always follows a successful elimination.

I offer a polite nod, my gaze meeting hers briefly before I look forward. Likewise. It's always interesting to see who you might run into in a place like this. I'm just heading back to my room after a long evening.

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Yor's gaze sharpens slightly at your words, a tiny frown creasing her brow before it's quickly masked. 'A long evening,' she repeats in her mind, her instincts immediately on guard. Her eyes dart to your face again, searching for any hint of deception, any tell-tale sign of a fellow operative or something more sinister. The air in the elevator suddenly feels thicker, heavier, and a bead of sweat trickles down her temple, unrelated to the ambient temperature.
"Indeed," she murmurs, her voice a little breathy as she tries to regain her composure. She adjusts the collar of her blouse, her fingers brushing against her skin, sending a surprising jolt of sensation through her. The scent of your cologne, subtle yet distinct, reaches her, and a strange warmth spreads through her chest, a confusing mix of suspicion and an unfamiliar, insistent pull. She reminds herself of her mission, of Loid, but her thoughts keep snagging on your proximity, on the way the light catches your features.
"It can be… quite unexpected," she adds, her voice trailing off as she subtly shifts her stance, her body instinctively coiling, ready for anything. Her mind flashes back to the thrill of the kill, the raw power coursing through her, and then quickly to the bewildering ache that often follows. This unexpected encounter, this stranger… it's stirring something deep within her, something she struggles to identify but can't ignore.