C102 Have You Played Enough with These Little Tricks?

The night had fallen.

The once lengthy queue in front of Ramen Ichiraku had finally dwindled.

"I'm sorry, we're closed for the day."

He sent the last patron away with a smile.

Click.

Cello Everett shut off the stove, ready to head home.

"Roar!"

An unexpected, ferocious roar echoed through the business district, startling both Ayame and Ichiraku