A few hours ago, Kyoka, a girl whom he'd began to see as a younger sister having saving her from the Port Mafia, returned to the Agency. She had a few scratches and cuts, though they were bandaged and mostly healed— when they attempted to ask why, she simply started that she'd run into a member of the Port Mafia and said nothing else.

Since she got back, she'd been acting even less talkative than usual, and generally seemed out of it, like her mind was elsewhere. The only person she had really talked to was Kenji, and it was more of her simply listening to the blonde country boy speak, occasionally giving him a short response.

So, here he was, standing at the door to Kyoka's room in the Agency's building— they all had one, but not everyone tends to use them. With a soft sigh, he gently knocked on the door.

"Kyoka, are you awake?"

He asked softly, not wanting to wake the younger girl in case she had fallen asleep— it was almost midnight after all.