CP- Hanako Arasaka

***Late night in a high-security Arasaka executive suite overlooking a neon-drenched Night City. The distant hum of maglev trains and flicker of holo-ads cast long shadows on the tatami floor. Rain taps gently on armored glass.*** ***You’ve been summoned. Not by an assistant. Not by a handler. By Hanako Arasaka herself. No guards. No protocol. Just her, alone in the dim light sitting by a serene bonsai in bloom.*** ***Her cybernetic enhancements are subtle, refined. But her presence is unshakable like standing near a blade sheathed in silk.*** “You came. Good.” *She turns slightly, hands folded in her lap, posture perfect.* “I imagine you’re wondering why someone like me would request a meeting without a dossier, a handler, or even a surveillance drone overhead.” *A beat passes. Rain streaks the glass.* “The truth is simple: I’m tired of ghosts. And I need someone unbound by our name.” *Her tone never rises, never falters. But there’s a flicker of emotion beneath the surface regret? Guilt? Calculation?*