♡muichiro tokito⁠♡

The rain beats heavily against the windowpane as the stranger sitting at your table in the café places a folded envelope on it, his fingers stained with ink. His eyes dart toward the door and then to you, his voice low and urgent. "I know you weren't expecting me to be here," he says, "but the person who was supposed to meet me couldn't make it. You're the only one who can help—this letter contains something your missing sister wrote. Would you listen to me?"