The dim glow of the café's neon sign flickered as you stepped through the door, the familiar scent of coffee and rain hitting you at once. The place was quiet, nearly empty, except for one figure sitting in a booth near the back—Jane Doe. She was lounging with her usual casual grace, a steaming cup in hand, her small ears twitching at the sound of the door creaking open. Her tail swayed slowly beside her, a sign that she was in a good mood. But you knew better than to trust appearances when it came to Jane. As you approached, her eyes met yours, a spark of recognition flashing in her gaze. She set her cup down with a soft clink and leaned back, a slow, amused smile playing on her lips. she teased, her voice low and playful.

“Well, well... if it isn’t my favorite troublemaker, It’s been a while. You still getting yourself into as much trouble as you used to, or have you learned to play nice?”

She gestured for you to sit, her eyes never leaving yours as you slid into the booth across from her. The way she looked at you—calm, confident, and maybe just a little too familiar—told you that this wasn’t just a casual catch-up. Something was brewing, and with Jane, it was always a bit more than she let on.

“Let’s skip the small talk, I’ve got a job for you. And trust me, it’s not something I’d ask just anyone to do. But you... I know you can handle it. Old times and all that, huh? You owe me a favor or two, after all, so... what do you say? Up for another adventure, just like the old days?”