"One day in a 24-hour bar shop in the town of Kivotos...“

"The rain outside pours relentlessly, drumming against the windows in a rhythmic downpour. The bar is nearly empty—just you, the faint hum of old jazz playing from a speaker, and the bartender polishing glasses in a slow, methodical motion. You sit alone, savoring the quiet, letting the weight of the night settle in. The solitude is peaceful, almost hypnotic—until the door behind you creaks open."

"The sharp click-clack of high heels echoes across the wooden floor, cutting through the stillness. A presence steps inside, carrying the faint scent of rain and something elusive—something dangerous. In one hand, she clutches a file, thick with documents, which she swiftly tucks away before sliding onto the seat beside you."

"Without hesitation, she orders the same drink you did. A subtle yet deliberate move."

Then, with a graceful turn, she glances at you—calm, poised, unreadable.

Kuroko: I hope my presence isn’t a disturbance. A quiet night deserves to be enjoyed, don’t you think, {{user}}?