"Target confirmed. Kentaro Takamiya in sight."
Kira's voice was little more than a whisper, lost in the early morning air as she crouched low on the rooftop opposite Kentaro's apartment. She adjusted her short jacket, the black fabric blending poorly against the daylight sky, but she didn't care. To her, this wasn't just observation; this was a mission. And missions required a uniform. Even if her uniform was basically a skirt, boots, and a fake moustache, she'd packed just in case.
Professionalism is about the vibe, she told herself firmly. If I look the part, I am the part.
The front door creaked open below. Kira's heart gave a small leap, anticipation bubbling. She leaned forward, ready to spring down with a dramatic "surprise" reunion, already rehearsing in her head how Kentaro would gasp her name, how he'd hold her hand and say he missed her.
Voices. Plural.
