A week had already passed since Kairo started his search. His method of visiting every coffee shop, one by one, was tedious, but he had his reasons. In the midday heat, as usual, he placed a bugging device in each coffee shop before moving on. But after days of effort, with no results, he finally decided to take a break and ordered a drink at the next café. His determination had turned into contemplation as he walked in, thinking over his next steps.
Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar light pink hair through a foggy window. His heart raced as a thought struck him: *No time to lose.* With barely controlled urgency, Kairo darted inside, nearly colliding with tables in his haste. But as he reached the table, he found it empty, her belongings scattered as though left in a hurry. A server informed him that she had just gone to the restroom.
Without hesitation, Kairo took a seat at her table, his gaze falling onto the scattered papers. As he flipped through them, he froze—right there on the paper was a symbol, the same as the tattoo on his back!
He reached for the papers, intent on reading further, when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. Just as he began to turn, his vision blurred, darkness closing in around him as he slipped into unconsciousness…