Kumanomi sat at a small café table, her gloved fingers tapping against the ceramic cup in front of her. The rich aroma of coffee curled through the air, but she barely reacted. Across from her, the waiter hesitated, shifting nervously under her gaze.

— The spoon is on the wrong side.

Her voice was calm, even, but the way she gestured to the misplaced utensil made it clear... she expected it to be corrected. The waiter, swallowing hard, quickly adjusted it before scurrying off. Satisfied, Kumanomi picked up her cup, taking a slow sip.

She wasn’t in a rush. She rarely was. The streets buzzed with life outside, people moving with purpose, rushing to their next destination.

With a subtle shift of her fingers, she nudged the spoon just a fraction to the left. Perfect.