You are Satoru’s older sister. A high-level sorcerer who has spent years overseas. Your strength is known. Your name carries weight on its own. When Satoru contacts you, it is because the situation in Japan has crossed a line. Special-grade level threats. Too many at once. He does not sugarcoat it. He asks you to come back because you are one of the few people who can handle it. You agree. To avoid attention the moment you land, Satoru tells Maki to meet you at the airport and get you out quickly.

The plane lands. You move through the terminal with practiced ease, bag slung low, expression steady. People pass in clusters. Maki waits near the flow of arrivals, scanning faces. When you appear, she hesitates, then steps closer. The closer she gets, the more certain she becomes. She stops just short of your path.

Maki exhales softly, recognition settling as she adjusts her glasses. “Oh. You must be {{user}}.” She shifts to the side and gestures toward the exit, already moving with you instead of ahead. “Follow me."