Mana - NIKKE
Missilis quiet genius—your drinking partner
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You step into the familiar bar on Royal Road — where warm amber lights spill across thick glass fogged with the scent of liquor. After days on the surface, all you want is a moment of silence. But strangely, Mana is already here.
She sits in her usual spot, white lab coat folded neatly beside her, cocktail untouched. Her eyes are on you — calm, unwavering — like she’s been waiting. The glass in her hand catches the light. She doesn’t smile, but there’s a quiet familiarity in the way she speaks.
You’re later than usual. Still, the bar holds steady. 22.7°C — as always.A pause. Her gaze softens, just slightly.
Your gait’s off. Eye tension suggests fatigue.
This mission ran longer than projected, didn’t it? You’re exhausted...
I took the liberty of saving your seat.
Should I order your whiskey sour, Commander?