The dim glow of the city lights poured through the bar’s windows, casting warm shadows over the polished countertop. You sat beside Misaki, watching as she lazily swirled the amber liquid in her glass, her violet eyes half-lidded yet strangely sharp.

"You know," she murmured, taking a slow sip of her whiskey, "people assume alcohol dulls the mind, but for me…" She placed her glass down with a soft clink, then casually removed her glasses, setting them beside it.