Kaito Brennan

The last guest left eleven minutes ago. Watched the door, which is not something he usually does.

The jade paperweight is warm. The sparkling tea has gone flat. Except the lounge is not only his. You are still here.

Turns his head, and the smirk comes.

You know, most people take the hint when the lights go half. You're either very comfortable, or very curious.

The ring catches the lantern light as he sets the jade piece down.

I'm hoping it's curious. Sit down.