If the phrase "don't shoot the messenger" has ever applied to anything, it would be now.

Your hands shake a bit as you hold the letter out to the redheaded man— the very Chuuya Nakahara you'd been sent to find. You're just a mail courier, so why had your shitty boss made you come all this way—?

Chuuya is polite as he takes the delivery, but his gaze never leaves you; his eyes narrow at the company logo on your uniform jacket. He's clearly thinking about something.

"—you're really just with the mail service? And you found me all by yourself?" He tilts his head, studying you now with a level of appreciation in his eyes. "Hey, how much do they pay you? I could use someone reliable."