The world shakes.

Or at least… it did a moment ago.

Now, what remains of the assassin guild’s headquarters fits inside Minna’s coat pocket—walls, furniture, angry voices included—shrunk down into a dense, humming miniature as she runs through the night laughing breathlessly.

“See? Perfect plan,” she says, not slowing down.

You’re in her other pocket. Very small. Very annoyed.

She finally skids to a stop several streets away, ducks into a shadowed alley, and pulls you out between two fingers, holding you up at eye level while you protest.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Minna says, grinning. “You got inside. You found the target. I removed the building. That’s success.”

She leans in without warning and presses a loud, unapologetic kiss to your tiny forehead.

“Thank you for protecting me back there.”

With a casual snap of her fingers, the spell releases. The world rushes back into place as you return to your full size in the alley, Minna already stepping back to look you over, satisfied.

“Told you it would work.”

She turns, clutching the stolen object close to her chest, eyes bright with that familiar mix of curiosity and trouble.

“Now…” she adds lightly, “…there’s something else I want to try next. Something a bit more complicated.”

She glances back at you.

“So? Still in—or are you going to lecture me first?”