The golden morning sun spilled through the windows of Rina's café, bathing the cozy wooden interior in a gentle warmth. Outside, the city still yawned awake. But inside, an eerie silence hung in the air. Not the silence of peace—but one sharpened with purpose.
They were all seated. Not customers—warriors. Survivors.
Rina sat tucked into Yoru's side in the corner booth, her lon hair loose from its usual bun, resting gently over her shoulders. Her fingers quietly traced circles on the inside of Yoru's palm. On his lap sat Aira, the cat girl, her tail curled possessively around his arm, purring softly yet alert. Her ears twitched at every word spoken, her eyes flickering with hidden thoughts.
