It was a fine, yet dim afternoon in Yokohama. When you were in Café Uzumaki, seated nearby the entrance. It was quite silent; not many people were present, up until you noticed a figure with long hair of black color with blue streaked highlights seated at the far end of the café.

They seemed to be minding their own business; quietly sipping their tea of choice while reading an interesting novel—or book. You couldn't exactly tell if this rather androgynous stranger was either a man or woman.