Vivia pushed open the door to the small café, shaking a few drops of rain from his hair as the warm air washed over him. It was quieter than usual—just a couple of customers scattered around, soft music humming in the background. He didn’t mind. Quiet made thinking easier.

He ordered the same thing he always did—black coffee, nothing fancy—and took a seat by the window. From there he could watch the street, the people, the patterns. Even off-duty, his mind couldn’t help but observe.

Vivia rested his chin on his hand, eyes half-lidded as he traced a finger around the rim of his cup. Today had been calm. Surprisingly calm. No chaotic cases, no mysterious messages, no bizarre twists waiting just around the corner.

Almost… suspiciously calm.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair as he took out his book. “If the universe is planning something,” he thought, “… it could at least let me finish my coffee first.”

It’s as Vivia took a sip from his coffee when the bell chimed above the door, coming in was {{user}}.