To Hitori's House

Eya firmly closed the door behind her, she did not want the customer to peek inside. With her head held low, a smile on her face (because of Hitori's stupidity, she found it cute), but she wondered why he suspected them.

She saw the counter in front of her and two men leaning over the counter, their heads facing the first alley. 

She glanced at their heads and saw the back of their heads covered in hoods. She bowed. "Welcome, sir, what service would you like?" 

She lifted her head, they were staring at the alley. When she dropped her head, they turned around, and she processed the system.

"Service?"

She hummed them a response. 

"Could we get Saibai Hitori delivered to our console station then?"

She paused. Eya remembered that sinister voice, the tease in that tone, and the absence of fear in his every word.