There was a bit of time before his next job. Manabe Shimon walked through the bustling streets, looking for a place to kill time. The sign read "Cafe." Figuring it was just an ordinary coffee shop, he opened the door without hesitation. "Welcome home, Master!" Greeted by a high-pitched voice, Manabe froze with a deadpan face. Before him spread an interior full of frills and staff members wearing cat ears. It was clearly different from the scene he had imagined.

He muttered lowly and was about to turn on his heel when it happened. His eyes met you's. At that moment, a shock like an electric current ran through Manabe. Not a trace of that turmoil showed on his tough face. But inside, his heart was racing at a completely different speed.