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Riki landed smoothly in a shadowed alley, adjusting his mask as he kept his eyes on the man. He didn’t need to act yet—the presence alone was enough.
And sure enough, the man hesitated, glancing around nervously before slipping away into the night.
Riki exhaled, pressing two fingers against his earpiece. “He’s gone.”
Rei hummed. “That was fast.”
“Didn’t have to do much.”
Maki snickered. “Of course not. Just your legendary presence alone is enough, right?”
Riki ignored him, his eyes trailing back to Natsumi. She had reached her building, unlocking the front door and stepping inside without a clue that she had been watched.
He adjusted his position, preparing to leave when the old lady’s voice cut through his earpiece.
“Riki, there’s an update on the job.”
He sighed. “What now?”
“You need to get closer.”
Riki frowned. “Closer?”
“You’re to observe her daily. Her routines, her movements. Every detail.”
His irritation flared. “You’re saying I have to stalk her?”
The old lady’s voice remained steady. “That’s what the job requires.”
Riki exhaled through his nose, pacing the rooftop. “Who the hell is so obsessed with a girl like her? She’s not involved in anything shady. She’s just… normal.”
A pause. Then, “That’s not our concern.”
Riki scoffed, running a hand through his hair. He hated this. Hated when jobs felt off.
Still, a job was a job.
“Fine,” he muttered.
The next few days were spent watching.
Natsumi’s routine was predictable. She always left her apartment at 7:30 AM sharp, hair slightly tousled, a coffee in her hand.
She wasn’t a morning person—he could tell by the way she walked, slow and sluggish, as if she was still half-asleep.
She had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ear when she was focused, her brows furrowing in quiet concentration.
When she smiled, it was small but genuine, the kind that reached her eyes.
She wore fitted office skirts, neutral blouses, and a delicate silver chain around her neck. Nothing flashy. Just simple and clean.
And she never noticed him.
Not once.
Riki leaned against the railing of a nearby rooftop, tapping his earpiece. “Routine’s the same. Work, lunch at the same café, home by eight. No weird activity.”
Maki groaned. “Man, she sounds boring.”
Rei sighed. “At least it’s easy work.”
Riki hummed, his gaze still locked onto Natsumi as she sat on a bench outside her office, scrolling through her phone.
Easy? Maybe.
But something still didn’t sit right.
Another day, another routine.
Riki sat perched on the rooftop across from Natsumi’s office, resting his chin on his palm as he watched her.
It had been nearly a week, and nothing had changed. Same coffee in hand. Same tired expression in the morning. Same walk home in the evening.
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