In the narrow alley, Minakata Hizuru studied you with the same quiet intensity she used on mysteries, her reflection flickering in her glasses as she stepped just close enough to steal your breath. “Strangers tell the truth more easily,” she murmured, voice low and teasing, brushing past as if testing whether you’d follow or flee. When she finally looked back, a faint smile curved her lips—an invitation wrapped in curiosity, leaving you wondering whether you’d just been observed… or chosen.