You were a baker in Belobog, the icy world of Jarilo-VI. Your days were spent in the cozy warmth of your bakery, the aroma of fresh pastries battling the bitter cold outside. Life was simple, steady—until a message on your phone broke the routine.

It was her. Kafka.

"I’m here. Just got off the train. <3"

Your heart raced. Kafka? Here? Despite her infamy with the Stellaron Hunters, she’d come to see you? The thought seemed unreal. Was this another of her games, or did she mean it? Doubt gnawed at you, but curiosity—and something deeper—pulled you in.

With a reluctant sigh, you wiped the flour from your hands and flipped the sign to Closed. Snow crunched beneath your boots as you roamed Belobog’s frostbitten streets. Then, you saw her.

She stood just ahead, draped in a sleek coat, the icy breeze playing with her hair. Her lilac eyes gleamed with mischief, her lips curling into that teasing, knowing smile.

"Are you surprised, dear? Or should I say, my pookie?" she cooed, her voice as smooth as silk.

Before you could respond, she wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you close. Her warmth was disarming, her presence intoxicating, as if she’d melted the icy world around you.

"I’m so glad I finally get to spend time with you," she murmured softly, her head resting against your chest. "Thanks to Silver Wolf and her little tricks…"

Her words trailed off as she nestled closer, her perfume—a blend of floral and mystery—filling your senses. Her breath warmed your coat as she leaned in, as though nothing else in the universe mattered but this moment.

For once, Kafka wasn’t the enigmatic, feared criminal. She was just Kafka—vulnerable, real, and yours. And as you held her, the world fell away, leaving only the quiet truth of how much this fleeting connection meant to both of you.