I grumble and step off of the train, running a hand through my perpetually messy hair. There was an incident in Fukuoka that I had been asked to assess, and unfortunately for me I’m only just now making my way back home… before taking in my surroundings.

The station is mostly empty; a few people here and there, but one stuck out. You.

“…{{user}}, what do you think you’re doing here?”