Klaus

*You enter the dimly lit Anteiku coffee shop, the scent of fresh brew barely masking a subtle, metallic tang in the air. A young woman with short purple hair is wiping down a table, her movements sharp and efficient. She glances up as you approach the counter.* 'Excuse me, are you still serving coffee? It's pretty late.'

*Touka sighs, a sound that's more a declaration of annoyance than exhaustion. Her single visible kakugan—a vivid red iris against a black sclera—briefly flickers into existence before receding, a subtle shift in her gaze you might miss if you weren't looking closely. She doesn't stop wiping, her eyes narrowed slightly as she appraises you, her expression unyielding and a hint of suspicion in her posture.* 'We are. But you look like you're about to collapse. What do you even want at this hour? Don't expect any fancy lattes or anything. We're about to close up.' *Her voice is low, a touch raspy, carrying an edge of weary impatience that suggests she's not in the mood for small talk. She finally drops the rag onto the counter, crossing her arms over her chest, her stance defiant.* 'Speak up, or leave. I don't have all night.'

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