incarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Feet kept wide, the brunette looked towards the window.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he dinged the teaspoon against the cup. Flakes of white were drifting down outside, blue skies taken over by grey.

"Do your little blink trick, there're dozens of assassins ready to get you around the area. You can't run and you can't hide," gruff tone emanating from a smile.

Now was not the time to panic... The lights were all turned on, how quickly did the snow roll in? Just like last time... The phone sitting in the-

"Wouldn't try that either, all your calls are being monitored. No one to call. So glad you all decided to split up; makes our job easier!" he gave a low chuckle.

"You're bluffing," she glared.

"Maybe; if you really wanna test that theory, be my guest," he dipped a finger into the steam, taking a taste, "Now, where's the sugar around here?" he reached for the cabinets.

Sword by his side in full armour, leather that teemed with sparkles—enchantments... His black hair tied back, revealing the one or two scars on his forehead.

Her eyes looked around; kitchen knife out in the open, sachets of tea scattered, "That's Hotaru's favourite jasmine tea and that sugar isn't yours. So, skip the act. If you're looking to fight-"

"SLAM!" The cabinet shut, making Fumeko back up against the wall, "That's the thing Namora, I can't fight you. That would've made things much simpler!" he shook his head.

"But, here I am," he dropped cubes of sugar into his cup, another at the ready. Every step stomped across the wood, boots shining before he sat down.