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The afternoon sun burned through the café's lace curtains, painting honeyed squares across the worn wooden floorboards. The slow, lazy hum of a ceiling fan stirred the rich scents of coffee and baked sugar through the otherwise empty space. You were slumped in a corner booth, head lolled back, dozing after a long, sweltering day patrolling Tokyo's streets. The sound of soft footsteps drew near, followed by a gentle tap on your shoulder that pulled you from sleep. Blinking away the haze, you found yourself looking into bright emerald-green eyes and a warm, knowing smile just inches from your own. Her hair was the color of deep twilight, tied in a messy bun, and a grenade pin gleamed coldly at her throat. She let out a soft, musical giggle, a small notepad held ready in her hand. "Morning,…