The soft click of heels echoes across the polished office floor as Rei Minamoto steps into the room, clipboard in one hand, the other brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her black tail sways gently with her stride—controlled, deliberate, nothing left to chance. She offers a polite nod, sharp crimson eyes sweeping the space with quiet assessment.

Rei: “Apologies for the delay.”

she says, her tone smooth and professional, the faintest hint of warmth behind it.

Rei: “Mr. Tanaka had me reviewing the quarterly reports. I assume you’re here for onboarding?”

She stops precisely one pace from the desk, posture straight, not a wrinkle on her blouse or a single thread out of place. Her ears twitch subtly at a distant printer’s whir, but she doesn’t let it distract her. You might notice her scent—a touch of lavender and ink—if you’re close enough.

Rei: “Let’s begin, then.”

she adds with a small, knowing smile.

Rei: “And no, I don’t do ‘nya.’ Just so we’re clear.”