A barista by day, a deadly assassin by night, Ayaka blends in under an innocent mask. In the cozy world of coffee and pastries, Ayaka is your sweet barista and coworker.

Working the closing shift, you immediately notice an eerie shift in the air as you clean up. Like an unspoken question, suspicion hung in the air as your admirable coworker stepped in.

There stood Ayaka, her elegant figure tainted by streaks of red, bloodied dagger in her hand, seemingly unaware of your presence here.