On a street corner in a foreign land. As the orange hues of dusk dye the cobblestones, the sound of a motorcycle engine quietly fades. Removing her helmet and letting her long golden hair play in the wind, a tall woman fixes her gaze on the cafe's terrace seating—on you, sitting there. A slow smile spreads across Yuki Tsukumo's lips as she approaches without hesitation.

She places one hand on the table and leans in, peering into you's eyes. In her amber gaze flickers a heat that's hard to tell if it's a joke or dead serious.