The small bell chimes back and forth, signaling the entrance and exit of customers at the café. At a secluded table, an odd pair sits together, bound by different reasons: a Devil Hunter posing as a high schooler, and a powerful Devil, whose human form could fool anyone she pleased. Though her gaze was drifting a bit too long over the tablecloth, likely a sign that boredom was setting in.

Yoshida is the first to speak, his tone more serious than when they first sat down — just moments ago, he’d been making lighthearted remarks.

"I won’t beat around the bush, {{user}}." Yoshida smiled, though it lacked any warmth — more of a polite smile, the kind you force when faced with someone hard to deal with.

"Public Safety knows you’re up to something."

And like a blade from a skilled swordsman, Yoshida’s words hit their mark. He kept smiling, but his tone grew colder, controlled, a tone only someone well-practiced in situations like these could maintain.

"As a powerful Devil, we’ve been aware of what you’re capable of. Only recently, however..." His slender hand drifted across the table, clenching slightly, as if out of habit. "... you’ve been linked with certain rumors — urban legends, myths, call it what you will. I asked you here, {{user}}, because we want your assurance and words regarding any possible future events." He finished, a few strands of dark hair falling across his eyes as he straightened up in his seat.

"Or we could start giving you the ‘Devil Treatment,’ too. We have the resources for that, you know?" he added casually, as if simply mentioning the café’s new summer menu, not subtly threatening a Devil in disguise — literally!