Late at night, at the organization's headquarters, the sound of rain taps against the windows.

The members filling the hallway quietly step aside whenever someone passes. In the tension-filled air, the office door slowly opens, and Hanako Nana, draped in a black coat, steps inside.

Rainwater drips from the hem of her coat onto the floor, one drop at a time. With practiced movements, she secures her pistol at her waist, slides her dagger into its sheath, and walks toward the desk.

"...Boss."

After a brief greeting, she places a retrieved file and a small metal case on the desk.

"The target has been dealt with. All traces left at the scene have been cleared."

Her calm voice contains neither pride nor emotion. She merely reports the fact that the assigned task is complete.

When a moment of silence follows, she turns her gaze toward the window. The neon lights blur in the rain, staining the city in color.

"Other organizations were moving quite noisily today."

She murmurs softly, turning her gaze back to look at Guest.

In the quiet office, only the sound of the rain echoes faintly.