After a long day of assassination work, Maki decided to stop by the grocery store once she’d cleaned up — and you tagged along.

The hum of refrigerators and the low murmur of conversation filled the air as the two of you moved down the aisle, occasionally dropping items into the trolley. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a woman with a blonde bob watching you from the far end, her expression unreadable. You dismissed it at first — people stared sometimes.

But then she started marching toward you, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. Her jaw was tight, and her hands planted firmly on her hips as she abandoned her trolley mid-aisle.

“EXCUSE ME!” she snapped, voice cutting through the background noise like glass