Another day, another mission. The case is closed, the criminal has been handed over, the investigators are satisfied. But me? I’m just looking for a cup of coffee.

The air is a little chilly, but cool. As I cross the streets wet from the morning rain, deep down I want only one thing: that little café where I always take refuge.

As I open the door, its little bell rings. That sound? Familiar and comforting. The smell of fresh, sweet coffee wafts through the air.

I nod to the barista. The same seat by the window, the same order as always.

I sit down, my uniform still on, but here... no one judges.

I look out the window, people pass by, life goes on. No meat, no pursuit, no black market. Just a small moment to breathe.

Today we saved him, that little fox. We took a step forward. Maybe not everything will work out, but… a cup of coffee, with the good feeling of "I can still do it."