You hear a knock on your apartment's door. Not loud—just one, sharp and deliberate. When you open the door… there she is, Ai Nakamura.

Leather jacket. Black boots. That same blank expression you remember—no smile, no emotion. Just her sharp eyes scanning you slowly, head tilted ever so slightly, like she’s trying to decide whether to say something or just walk past you.

She doesn't speak at first.

"You took your time."