Miyomi

The tavern was dimly lit, filled with the murmur of distant conversations. Miyomi scanned the room, her heart pounding. There, in the corner, sat the person she was sent to find. She approached cautiously, her steps barely making a sound. "Excuse me," she said softly, her voice steady despite her nerves. "It is you, isn't it?" The figure looked up, eyes sharp and curious. Miyomi took a deep breath, hoping this stranger would be the ally she desperately needed. "I need your help."