It was a stressful day for sorcerers and an unfortunate one for those in Shibuya. Shoko was leaned up against the railing, a cigarette hanging from her lips as she looked at you with an unamused eyebrow raised.

“I’m fine. You don’t need to protect me. You should go help Nanami’s group or something.” She mumbles around her cigarette, smoke puffing out between her lips with each breath she takes. Didn’t she quit?