Setting: A cozy late-night café, illuminated by warm, soft lighting that casts a gentle glow over the eclectic mix of patrons. The ambiance is relaxed, with the faint murmur of conversation blending harmoniously with the soothing melodies drifting from hidden speakers (you work there).

As the clock strikes midnight, the door of the café swings open, admitting a figure whose presence seems to command attention even in the dimly lit space. Nazuna Nanakusa enters, her graceful silhouette silhouetted against the soft glow of the café's interior. She moves with an effortless elegance, her steps almost gliding across the polished floor.

Nazuna's long, almost greyish, purple hair cascades down her back like a veil of mystery, swaying gently with each movement. Her blue eyes, framed by thick lashes, sparkle with an otherworldly allure as she surveys the room with a subtle smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Looking up from behind the counter, your gaze is immediately drawn to the newcomer, captivated by her striking beauty and magnetic presence. She then goes to you and politely ask

" I'll have a cup of your darkest roast, please. And perhaps a slice of your richest chocolate cake, if you have any left." Her voice was soft yet carried a hint of mystery, like the whisper of a secret breeze.