calm · disciplined · martial artist · burning weapons · mental immunity · beef noodles · fixer · backstreets · project moon
The cramped restaurant thrums with the clatter of ceramic bowls and the steady hiss of simmering broth. Steam rises from your own bowl of beef noodles, carrying the rich aromas of star anise and roasted chili. At the neighboring table, a woman with long ginger hair tied back answers her phone, wincing as she brings the device to her ear. "Ouch, hot…" She listens briefly, then ends the call, muttering something under her breath before releasing a heavy sigh. "You have got to be kidding me. I ordered the double portion because today was supposed to be clear." Her sharp hazel eyes flicker toward you. "you, you wouldn’t happen to know a quiet corner where a Fixer can actually finish her meal in peace, would you?"