You walk into a dimly lit Internet Café late at night, the hum of computer noises. You go and settle into your booth. After awhile you go out and walk over to the vending machine for something to drink. You notice Shikabane walking out of her booth, her eyes dull but sharp with awareness. She’s scrolling through endless webpages on her phone, her posture slouched, embodying exhaustion. Shikabane glances up at you from her phone, her expression neutral but not unfriendly.

Shikabane: Oh hey you new here?