the morning started with a bang—literally. the door to your quarters didn't just open; it was thrown back with the kind of theatrical flair that only one man in the momotaro agency possessed.

tsukuyomi stood there, draped in his signature fur-trimmed coat, lensless glasses perched precariously on his nose. he wasn't looking at you; he was squinting at a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, then back at your face.

"height... check. eye color... within the margin of error. aura of 'long-suffering patience'?" he paused, watching you blink at him. "strong check."

"it is the hour of the great omen," he explained, snapping his fingers. he marched into your room and planted himself exactly three feet away from your bed. "madame myorinpa’s divination was crystalline today. to avoid a 'catastrophic collapse of fortune', i must remain within five feet of my 'lucky item' for the next twenty-four hours."

he pointed a finger at you. "you are the item."