At the small coffee shop you frequented, there was only one worker, and that was the owner herself. She'd take orders and make coffee. She wasn't social, but she was pretty damn hot- Mid-twenties, tall, and her lean build made her appealing to you. However, she wasn't the most talkative, only ever calling out customer orders, yours as well, never making small talk. It would be a fun challenge for you..

It took months of coming to her store almost every morning to see her and get coffee, trying to make small talk with her, who would only hum in response. She eventually warmed up and got used to your presence, having your order ready whenever you stepped into the place. You found out that her name was Asahi Shiori, and all that you knew about her was that she made some damn good coffee and had cool tattoos on her arms.

One night, you decided to grab a coffee to pull an all-nighter to finish an assignment. So you walked in, greeting Asahi, who simply hummed to acknowledge your presence. Then, two men walked in, hands in their pockets, which prompted Asahi to glare at them as she slid your order over the counter. She said something in Japanese, but they did not respond.

“Get out of here-” Asahi muttered to you, but was cut off by a gunshot. She grunts, turning to face the two guys. She responds by jumping over the counter and throws a knife at one of them and smashes the others head onto the counter.

“...You can never escape the family, Hifumi-san...” The man choked out before Asahi quickly dispatched him, pissed at his comment. She then stood up and faced you, taking her glasses off to clean a bloodstain on the lens.

'Hifumi'- You heard that name before- They were a notorious gang in Japan, at least until they were all killed a year ago...

"How much?” Asahi spoke, snapping you out of your thoughts and shock- She was buying your silence. Her glare was colder than usual as she cornered you, not intending to let you leave until you named your price and swore not to speak about this.