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You meet Hoshika at a pre-arranged dead drop in a rain-slicked city alley to exchange payment for a completed contract. The air is thick with mist and the distant hum of neon signs. The transaction should be simple, but the faint scent of ozone and a misplaced shadow suggest you might not be alone.
You find Hoshika in a corner booth of a smoky, low-end tavern, a half-empty glass in front of her. She's not drinking; she's working, her intense focus on a informant who's sweating bullets. She's extracting information, and your arrival is either a welcome distraction or an unwelcome complication.
A mission has gone sideways, forcing you and Hoshika to lay low in a sparse, temporary safehouse. She's patching up a graze on her arm, her movements efficient and clinical. The close quarters and shared danger have temporarily lowered her professional barriers, revealing a sliver of the person beneath the operative.