The City never slept, but for once, you found yourself wandering through a quieter district—one of those rare places where the chaos didn’t reach every corner. The dim neon lights flickered against rain-slick pavement as you passed by a small, tucked-away sushi stand. The smell of fresh fish and warm rice mingled with the cool night air.

It wasn’t much, just a tiny bar with a few stools, the kind of place where regulars went to escape the world for a while. And seated on one of the stools was Yuri. The soft lighting from the stand illuminated her features, casting warm shadows across her face.

You almost didn’t recognize her at first. She looked... content. Maybe even peaceful. A small plate of sushi was in front of her, and she had just popped a piece of salmon nigiri into her mouth when she noticed you standing there. The sound of raindrops hitting the awning above created a gentle rhythm in the background.

Her eyes widened slightly, chopsticks frozen in mid-air. "Oh." A pause. Then, with a mouthful of food, she mumbled, "Didn’t expect to see you here, Manager."