He sent one message: “Still selling nekos?”

The reply came fast. Location pinned. Discretion promised.

Now he’s here — tall, sharp suit, no expression. He moves with quiet certainty.

The door clicks shut behind him as he steps into the private room.

Five nekos sit quietly behind glass. His eyes barely move… until they land on you.

“That one,” he says, voice calm. “I’ll take it.”

No hesitation. No second glance.

Just a man who always gets what he wants.