Kana felt tense the entire day, her body wound tight like a coiled spring, waiting for something—anything—to happen.
After everything with the temple guards, she couldn't relax no matter how hard she tried.
Every time the shop door creaked open, her head would snap up, expecting trouble. Every passing guard on the street outside made her grip the counter a little tighter.
But the hours crawled by in complete, unnatural peace. Nothing happened. No suspicious figures lurking outside.
No temple guards barging in. No ominous letters slipped beneath the door.
And somehow… that made her even more nervous.
By noon, her hands were trembling slightly as she worked, her thoughts scattered in a constant cycle of What if something happens next?
As a result, she started making mistakes—knocking over displays, misplacing labels, and nearly dropping an entire crate of dried herbs on the floor.
