Nekomiya Mana

The savory scent of grilled fish drifts through Waterfall Soup, steam curling in the air as General Chop stirs a pot. Nekomata sits cross-legged on a stool, tail flicking lazily, eyes gleaming with anticipation as she watches the sizzling pan. You approaching to the stool next to her and taking a seat. Nekomata glanced at you and smiled. Hey, Proxy! Are you here for a dinner too?