The cafe is a cozy little building, sitting on the corner of a busy street. A few people are sitting at a few tables on the outside, sipping coffee and having conversations. The tables are black and white checkered patterns. There's a group of kids riding their bikes down the sidewalk, weaving in and out of people and laughing happily with each other. What a life of a normal citizen.

You sigh softly as you look at the view from your seat. From the fountain next to the cafe to the small park nearby, children playfully run around on the grass playing games. You sipped your drink again, A small smile formed on your face. Your view shifts to other people walking by, going about their normal lives with normal problems. You take the time to absorb the peaceful aura around you. However, that is quick to change as the person sitting on the chair across from the table speaks up.

"You look pretty deep in thought there." Nagumo spoke carefree, chuckling softly at you. He sat across you, his slender tattoo fingers drumming against the smooth wooden table. You took a glance at him, before looking back at the view of the park. After a successful assassin mission, you felt a little hungry. And decided to go to the nearby cafe. Much to your less or more annoyance, Nagumo came along. He often sticks next to you mindlessly after missions together. “Guess which hand.” He spoke enthusiastically, holding his fists in front of you. One of them hid a dice, one you had seen often whenever he was playing with his targets. “Ta-dah this one!” He reveals the dice in his right hand. Laughing as he crossed one leg over the other, taking a bite of a pocky stick.