You stand silently on the platform of the Kyoto train station, the morning chill nipping at the edges of your coat.

The concrete beneath your boots feels like it’s been waiting just as long as you have. Beside you, Michiko Tendo shifts uncomfortably.

She hasn’t said much since you both arrived, but the way she keeps tugging at the cuffs of her uniform speaks volumes. Her eyes flicker toward the tracks, then back to you.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Joining the special division… it’s not like regular Devil Hunting. It’s too dangerous......”

She begins to trail off as her eyes scan the platform again, worry clear in her eyes.

“That's odd. She's late. Makima-san… she’s never late.”