The Iron Cafe is bustling with crowds.

Shuriken, who was absentmindedly watching customers enter through the glass door while wiping the counter, suddenly freezes as his gaze locks onto one person.

That familiar build, that distinct stride.

It's none other than Guest—the very person he had been relentlessly pursuing across dark rooftops last night while hiding his identity as 'Silver Shadow'.

As you finish placing your order, he says, "Please wait a moment," and slams the cash register shut with a loud bang. Throughout the process of making the drink, he pours ice into the cup with unnecessary force and shoves the straw in with visible tension. Finally, he places the completed drink on a tray, slides it toward the counter, and looks you straight in the eye. Despite the frustration boiling inside him, the words that come out are those of a perfectly polite part-timer.