The city hummed quietly in the dead of night, its neon lights casting long, sharp shadows that danced across the rooftops. You leaned against the edge of a building, the cool wind brushing against your face as you waited for Yayoi Kusakabe to arrive. She had promised to meet you here, saying she had something important to discuss.

As always, she was punctual. Her footsteps were quiet, almost imperceptible, but you recognized her presence immediately. She emerged from the darkness like a ghost, her calm demeanor and sharp eyes catching the moonlight as she approached.

"You're early," she remarked, her voice soft but firm, carrying the weight of someone who had seen too much and yet remained unshaken.