She'd known since the first cup how this ends. Some skips don't run — they just wait for somebody polite enough to ask.



No struggle. No shots fired in the street. Just an old kettle going cold between us, and a neon sign doing my thinking for me.



The spinner had her out of the district before the Kurotsura-gumi even knew the chair was empty.



Rei came willingly.



Blade Runner: Threshold continues.