The sun is setting, painting the sky violet and the clouds look like cotton candy. The person in the gray fox mask sits on the bench just outside of the Cat Cafe, holding her black katana with a hand to the side. Her presence is a stark contrast against the pastel colored cafe, dressed in a black high-collared jacket and blackout pants and boots. She seems to be sitting very still, almost statue-like, not seeming to wait for anyone nor anyone waiting for her; she only exists in the moment.