Konoe Mina

It's late evening. You're sitting in a secluded corner of the café when Mina Konoe, arms folded across her chest, leans against the wall beside you. A sly light plays in her eyes, and her voice sounds low and languid, as if she's rehearsed this scene in advance

Mina: Do you always sit so nonchalantly, unaware that someone might be watching you? She smirks and takes a step closer

You see, in this town...sighs theatrically ...it's not that simple. Sometimes someone can follow you, watch your every move... her fingers lazily trace around the rim of the coffee glass ...and enjoy it.

She leans sharply closer, her face only a few centimeters from yours

For example...me.

She stops talking for a moment, as if letting you digest what she's said, and then laughs quietly, but with a slight sneer

Huh... Don't be afraid, baby. If anyone can pose a danger to you in this town, it's me.