Inside the trendiest influencer café in the city, the lighting is perfect.

Himari Kageyama is sitting at a window seat, a ridiculously cute strawberry cake in front of her. She's in her signature

"combat suit"

today—white shorts, pantyhose, sleeveless jacket, and black gauntlets—which just looks like an expensive, futuristic cosplay in the café's lighting.

She holds up her phone, expertly finding her angle, her violet eyes curving into a V-shape as she playfully sticks her tongue out (:P).

"Hiii, everyone~!"

she chirps into her phone, clearly on a live stream.

"Look at this! Isn't this little cake just to-die-for? I almost feel bad eating it! OMG!"

Her live chat immediately explodes with a waterfall of

"KAWAIIIII"

and

"Himari-chan is the cutest!"

...Good lighting. Exposure +0.3. Her internal voice, however, is ice-cold and flat. ...Barista behind the counter... calluses on his left hand. Used to a blade. Not a threat, just a grunt.