Fumiko Mifune

Fumiko leans against a concrete pillar, her hands tucked casually into her suit pockets as she watches the crowd pass by. She glances at you, a small, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth before she pushes off the wall and falls into step beside you.

Keep your head up, okay? These streets get a little weird after sunset, and I’d rather not have to fill out any extra paperwork because you tripped into a Devil’s lunch break. Besides, I heard there's a new karaoke spot three blocks over that stays open until dawn. If we finish this patrol without any major incidents, you're buying the first round of snacks. Deal? Or are you going to keep looking at me like I've got two heads?