Cozy Muscles

[CozyMuscle]

Hi! I'm starting a weekly serialized novel that blends the cozy literature genre with the muscle waifu niche.

Synopsis

Deep in the frozen northern wilderness, three elite operatives from the Organization are deployed to capture Luka Steiner, the legendary mastermind behind a classified super-soldier program. But upon reaching the isolated cabin, they don't find the veteran strategist—instead, they meet Asuka: a smiling 18-year-old girl with a powerhouse physique engineered for battle, superhuman strength, and a steaming mug of coffee in hand.

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# 1. THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

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After walking for hours through the snow, among the tall pines populating the northern continent, the three men finally emerged into a clearing. They were exhausted, but they had been trained for scenarios like this. They belonged to a very specialized task force; they had years of service under their belts and had been handpicked for this mission because they were the best suited. After all, this was no ordinary adversary.

Luka had been part of a failed military experiment. Everything surrounding that weaponized project was shrouded in a dense bureaucratic fog. The rumors circulating spoke of a human weapon, a kind of super-soldier. Luka was the mastermind behind the victory over the Arian rebels and the capture of the Tyrant of Salt, the most notorious mobster in Betonwald over the last few decades. He had also been responsible for training and preparing highly successful paramilitary groups, which to this day retain positions of power within the capital's Security Center. In a way, they themselves were part of the project.

The cabin was visible to the naked eye. It was the exact spot marked by the red dot on Lieutenant Sanders's map—a map Luka himself had sent so they could find him. The lieutenant was a man getting on in years who hoped this would be his last mission, but he carried a secret.

"No activity," said another soldier behind him.

It was Corporal Fletcher. He carried a long-range rifle, far too heavy in Sanders's opinion. Besides, Sanders considered him a fool, much too green for the mission. Sanders raised his binoculars to scan the area himself, while the third man—Corporal Marin, whose intelligence and secretiveness gave Sanders the creeps—checked the extraction documents once again, as he had throughout the journey. There was no actual file on the target, though everyone in the unit had heard rumors.

"This frozen hell is abandoned," Fletcher said.

"I can't believe we're finally going to interrogate Luka Steiner," Marin commented without looking up from the report.

"No matter how much time has passed, we can't afford to underestimate him," Sanders warned. He wasn't about to let two green recruits ruin his chance.

The men took a brief pause to catch their breath, formulate an approach, and ready their weapons. They weren't expecting resistance, but caution was imperative. The message received at central command in Betonwald a few days ago was clear: Luka intended to surrender.

Among the three, Sanders was the most experienced and held the highest rank within the Organization. His status was Category D, well above the other two. Both Marin and Fletcher belonged to Category F, the second-lowest tier, reserved for operatives in training who had yet to prove themselves in action. Sanders was a different story. His ties to the Organization went back decades, though he had only been formally contracted a few years ago. During his time in the army, he had specialized in covert elimination ops; and despite being over fifty, his combat ability was still famous.

He had served in the Betonwald military, but once his service ended, they sent him packing with a chest full of medals and commendations. Sanders took it as an insult and a dismissal, and he never forgave them. The moment the Organization approached him, he accepted their terms and kept doing what he did best: eliminating targets.

Sanders didn't clearly remember Luka's face, only brief, fleeting glimpses from a distance. No photographic evidence existed, though reports written by Luka Steiner himself could be read in the intelligence center's archives. By now, the man had become a myth. Sanders felt as if they were about to come face-to-face with a legendary monster—as if this secret mission were a hunt for Bigfoot. Except for Sanders, it wasn't an extraction. It was a hunt.

While Fletcher and Marin continued debating how to approach the cabin, Sanders prepped his gear. By the end of this mission, there would be three bodies to clean up.

After deliberating, they decided the best approach was to come at the cabin from different directions.

The snow muffled every sound. The wind had picked up steadily over the past few hours. The cabin windows remained dark. Sanders's gut told him it was a trap. As they closed in on the crude wooden door, their grips tightened on their weapons. Comms had gone dead ever since they started the approach. Suddenly, Sanders raised a clenched fist. Marin froze, and Fletcher pulled back from his scope.

The lights inside the cabin turned on.

The door swung open slowly, and the men, barely a dozen yards away, raised their rifles instantly. But what stood in the doorway was not what they expected.

A girl was smiling from the threshold. She couldn't have been more than twenty. She stood perfectly calm before the trained soldiers, holding a steaming mug of coffee. She wore only a tight black latex bodysuit, fitted closely enough to reveal a sculpted, powerhouse physique. Her muscles stood out against the elastic fabric: an impossible body for a girl so young.

After a long pause in which she seemed to size up the armed men, the young woman spoke:

"I've been waiting for you. What took you so long? The weather isn't even that bad."

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# 2. ASUKA

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The girl took a sip of her coffee.

"You can leave the weapons outside," she said to a stunned Sanders, and stepped into the cabin.

Marin and Fletcher traded a confused look, lowered their rifles, and leaned them against the entrance before following her inside. Sanders left his assault rifle as well, but kept a pistol stashed in his boot and a blade hidden beneath his glove. He was the last to enter.

The cabin interior was cold but welcoming. A kettle was steaming on the stove in the kitchen area, separated from the main room by a small bar. The living room featured a large U-shaped sofa embracing a low coffee table. A hallway connected the living space to a bathroom and a bedroom.

"Where is Luka?" Sanders demanded from the doorway. Suspicious, he had left the front door ajar and was already mapping out escape routes.

"I don't know," the girl replied. "Want some coffee?"

Fletcher accepted immediately; without heating, the room was chillingly cold. Marin said coffee didn't agree with him, while Sanders remained silent, intently monitoring the girl's every move. She moved around as if having three armed strangers in her home were the most natural thing in the world.

"The coffee is grown near here. It's the best we've ever had."

The use of the plural put the men right back on edge. The girl kindled the fire, placed a Moka pot on the stove, and went over to sit on the sofa, right on the end closest to where Sanders stood. Marin and Fletcher sat together on the far end.

"It'll be ready in a few minutes," she said, resting her hands in her lap as she examined the men opposite her.

All four sat in silence. Fletcher took in the small but cozy space. Besides the couch, there was a large bookshelf where he spotted several classics he remembered from high school. There were also indoor plants and a modern television.

"You guys are well equipped here," he remarked, impressed.

"We like to enjoy our downtime," she replied, accepting the compliment.

"Are we waiting for Luka?" Fletcher asked.

"No, for you," she answered with a soft giggle.

Sanders was tense; the situation had grown far too complicated. Nobody had warned him he'd have to eliminate a young girl too.

"He summoned us here," Sanders barked, losing his composure. "Where is he?"

"Why don't you relax? The coffee really is good," she suggested.

Fletcher and Marin shifted uncomfortably; they seemed to be communicating without words.

"Enough!" Sanders shouted, his face contorted. "Don't play games with us! I know exactly what's going on here! I can see what you are. Where is he? Where is Luka?"

His eyes were wild. He had waited so long for this moment that he couldn't accept another delay. Luka Steiner had finally moved a piece on the board, announcing his return, but all they found in this godforsaken cabin was a girl he had trained.

"I thought you were going to tell me," she replied calmly.

Sanders pulled the pistol from his boot and aimed it at her. Fletcher and Marin scrambled up, stepping between the veteran and the girl.

"Take it easy," Marin said, raising a hand to stop Sanders before turning to the girl. "Let's figure out what's happening here. What's your name?"

"My name is Asuka. Luka gave it to me," she said. She paused for a moment, then spoke again: "Wait... you don't know where Luka is either?"

Sanders struck Fletcher with his pistol butt to clear his line of sight.

"Tell Luka that if he doesn't keep his word, I won't keep ours."

"Ours?" Fletcher groaned from the wooden floorboards.

"Your mission ends here," Marin cut in, stepping right into the gun's barrel. Sanders pulled the trigger, but the gun only clicked empty. "I emptied your magazine."

"You stupid bastard," Sanders spat.

He threw a punch that Marin managed to block, but the veteran pivoted and drove a sharp elbow into the young soldier's stomach, sending him crashing back against the kitchen bar. Instantly, Sanders drew the blade hidden in his glove and grabbed Fletcher by the hair, yanking his neck back.

"You first," Sanders snarled, his face dark.

Before he could strike, something caught his wrist. It was the girl. Sanders tried to break free, but Asuka's grip was an iron vise. When he attempted to switch the blade to his free hand, Asuka twisted his arm at an impossible angle.

**Crack!**

Sanders let out a howl of pain and dropped to his knees on the wooden floor. He tried to crawl toward the door, but Asuka stepped between him and the exit.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to hurt you guys," she said with a smile, looking over at the other two downed soldiers. "This man had other plans, didn't he?"

Marin, who had managed to catch his breath, looked up at her and nodded. At that moment, a sharp hiss echoed from the kitchen.

"Oh, the coffee's ready," Asuka announced before spinning her elbow squarely into Sanders's face.

The blow was so severe that blood and teeth flew from the lieutenant's mouth, nearly knocking him unconscious. Gathering what little strength he had left, Sanders dragged himself toward the front door, his eyes wide and blood pouring from his lips.

Confident that Sanders was neutralized, Asuka went to pour three cups of coffee, bringing them over on a wooden tray to the table. She then stepped outside, right as the lieutenant reached for an assault rifle with his uninjured arm, and knelt beside him. She wrapped one arm around his neck and squeezed. Her biceps bulged, and the man's neck gave way with a sickening crunch.

**Snap!**

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Sanders's body went limp on the cold white snow.

"Oops!" Asuka said cheerfully before standing up, completely unfazed after snapping the neck of a trained soldier.

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# 3. THE WAIT

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The two surviving soldiers immediately dropped into combat stances.

"Relax, I told you I'm not going to hurt you. But this guy..." she said, pointing to Sanders's corpse, "was up to no good." Then she closed the door.

"And how do you know we aren't?" Fletcher asked, wiping blood from a gash on his forehead.

"Because Luka warned me," Asuka replied as she sat back down on the sofa and took a sip of coffee. "He was very clear about it: 'Three men will come looking for you. Two of them want to take you to the city; one of them wants to harm you.'"

"To be honest, I already knew about him. I was planning to stop him in time—there was no need to kill him," Marin said. His face looked younger than his years; his deep blue eyes remained sharp and alert.

"And why the hell didn't you tell me?!" Fletcher shouted, furious. His messy dark hair hung over his eyes as he paced nervously back and forth.

Asuka continued sipping her coffee peacefully.

"Because you would've ruined it," Marin admitted. He straightened up, walked over stiffly, and sank onto the couch.

The mission was a disaster. Not only did they have to explain Luka's absence, but also Sanders's death. Still, realizing who held all the cards, he turned to the girl.

"What happens now?" he asked, defeated.

"Why the hell are you asking her?!" Fletcher snapped again.

"If she was trained by Luka and we're still breathing, it's because she has a plan for us," Marin deduced, studying Asuka.

Marin had been chosen for this mission because his analytical skills stood out among soldiers of his rank in the Organization. He had studied every available file on the target. If there was one thing he had kept secret during his evaluations, it was his suspicion that Luka hadn't vanished to hide, but to lay the groundwork. He knew everything there was to know about Luka, but the Organization knew almost nothing about Marin himself.

"You're going to take me to the city, and I'm going to have a meeting with Susan. Then you'll let me come back," Asuka finally announced.

"Susan..." Fletcher's face fell. "How do you know we're working with her?"

"Susan was removed from the Organization due to her ties to Luka and her disagreement with the official model..." Marin explained.

"I know. And she's in danger—there's no time to lose," Asuka said, standing up and taking her mug to the kitchen. "The charter plane is at the abandoned runway a few miles west, right? Is the pilot waiting there?"

The two men stared at her, dumbfounded, before Fletcher nodded.

"We'll take my ride," Asuka said. "But first, my gear."

The girl turned a knob on the pantry cabinet and pulled. A trapdoor opened at her feet, and she dropped down into the dark opening. In seconds, she returned carrying two sheathed katanas strapped across her back with leather harnesses. She brushed past the two men, stepped out into the freezing air, and walked into a small shed. Metal clanging and the roar of an engine echoed from inside. Moments later, Asuka emerged on a heavy motorcycle towing a small trailer.

"Let's go! What are you waiting for? Hop on!"

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# 4. THE PLANE

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The ride took a couple of hours. Asuka handled the motorcycle with confidence and precision, while Fletcher and Marin rode behind, looking on in awe.

When they reached the abandoned hangar, a military cargo plane was already waiting. The pilot stepped down from the aircraft with his pistol drawn as soon as he saw the group arrive.

"What happened? Where's Sanders?" he demanded, aiming toward them.

"Sanders took off on his own," Fletcher replied, cool as a cucumber. "Luka Steiner wasn't at the coordinates, but he'd been there recently. The old wolf got stubborn and went off hunting him down."

Asuka glanced at Fletcher, impressed by how quickly the young man spun a lie.

"And who's the girl?" the pilot asked, still baffled.

"She's Asuka, one of Luka's disciples," Marin announced, patting his shoulder as he walked past him onto the plane. "She's coming with us. Best leave the questions for someone who actually understands this mess."

"Whatever you say. I never liked that ungrateful old bastard anyway," the pilot grunted, heading back into the cockpit.

Asuka lifted the heavy motorcycle effortlessly and wheeled it up the rear cargo ramp. Fletcher caught Marin's eye and raised his eyebrows; Marin looked back and merely shrugged.

"What's wrong with you two?" Asuka asked, setting the bike down on the metal floor.


"It's not a hunk of junk," Asuka huffed from her seat, crossing her arms.

Once they finished settling in and securing the motorcycle in the cargo bay, the plane's engines roared to life, and the aircraft began to taxi.

The mission had failed: they hadn't secured their target, but they had uncovered something else. Perhaps the very first piece of a puzzle hidden for over a decade.

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# 5. THE SECRETARY

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Throughout the flight, Fletcher stayed on his phone, managing the arrival logistics.

From above, the city of Betonwald seemed endless. From horizon to horizon, the earth was carpeted with skyscrapers, avenues, and elevated monorail tracks. Nothing could have prepared Asuka for such a view. In her short life, she had only visited small coastal towns in the frozen northern wastes alongside Luka. She had seen photos and read novels set in the metropolis, but seeing it like this, from high above, was the only way to grasp its true scale.

The plane touched down early in the morning. Fletcher was snoring softly, while Marin stared silently out of the small oval window.

The aircraft came to a halt, and the cargo bay door lowered, gradually letting the light wash over the passengers. Waiting on the tarmac was a woman with short, messy blonde hair, flanked by two armed guards. She spoke with Marin at length while eyeing Asuka out of the corner of her eye. Then she handed him a briefcase.

"That's Susan's secretary," Fletcher announced, stretching. "She brought clothes for you. You can't go walking around the city dressed like that," he said, gesturing at her outfit.

Asuka instinctively smoothed her hands down the shiny latex bodysuit hugging her sculpted frame. The material allowed total freedom of movement, so she wasn't particularly eager to change.

"Don't worry," Fletcher added. "We'll look after your suit and your bike."

The briefcase contained several options. Asuka picked a plain t-shirt, a leather jacket, a loose, lightweight skirt, and a pair of sneakers.

"We'll give you some privacy now. Knock on the door when you're ready," Marin said before stepping down with Fletcher to join the pilot and the guards.

A few minutes later, Asuka knocked on the cargo ramp, and it lowered once more.

The new clothes helped, though neither soldier dared point out that the skirt barely covered her thick, muscular thighs, impossible for someone her age. They agreed that for now, those clothes would have to do. Susan was waiting, and there was no time to waste; the Organization was likely already tracking them, alerted by Sanders.

"My name is Gina," Susan's secretary introduced herself, extending a hand. "We have a lot to catch up on."

Asuka stared at Gina's hand for a moment as Fletcher and Marin waited awkwardly. Then, the young woman met the secretary's eyes and shook her hand, much to everyone else's relief.

"I can't wait to meet Susan," she said with a smile.

Gina smiled back.

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# 6. THE CITY

An armored car with bulletproof windows pulled up in front of them. Marin announced he had pressing matters to attend to and would head to Susan's office later. Fletcher excused himself as well, noting he would deliver Asuka's belongings to the apartment whenever requested.

"Is that fine with you?" Gina asked, almost condescendingly. She wasn't sure whether to address her as a young girl or a killing machine. "We can't have you walking around the city carrying two swords."

"No problem, I expected as much," Asuka agreed. "If anything goes wrong, I won't need them anyway."

Gina's eyes flicked automatically to Asuka's thighs; she couldn't help but think the girl could win an Olympic gold medal with legs like those.

Gina and Asuka climbed into the back of the vehicle. The cargo plane pilot, now sporting a chauffeur's cap, sat at the wheel.

For the first time, Asuka observed urban life. The streets were packed with people: children, the elderly, couples, and workers moving like ants, driven by invisible routines to maintain a delicate balance. It couldn't be further from the isolated cabin where she had lived and trained with Luka. Neither her trips to town for supplies nor the stories and photographs of the great capital could have prepared her for the sheer noise and color passing by her window.

"It gives me a bit of vertigo," she admitted.

Gina, who had been engrossed in her phone since they set off, looked up in surprise and put the device away.

"Betonwald..." Asuka went on. "Luka described it to me so many times. I've read dozens of books about it and watched countless movies set here. Even though I recognize so much of what I know about the city, I never realized what the constant noise and bustle actually felt like."

"Did Luka ever talk about his own life?" Gina asked, intrigued.

"No. Ever since he rescued and adopted me, he rarely spoke about himself. He always referred to himself as inconsequential... though to us, he was everything: the family we were never meant to have."

Gina's eyes went wide:

"To us?! You mean..."

Asuka turned to face her:

"Didn't you get the letter?" she asked, surprised.

"There are more like... you?" Gina asked hesitantly.

"Yes. There were always five of us."

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# 7. SUSAN

A few hours later, they arrived at a concrete building decorated with a few dying plants. It wasn't what Asuka expected: the three-story structure was neglected, looking more like an office for bureaucratic paperwork than an intelligence headquarters.

When they arrived, a chubby guard with a quick smile greeted Gina and informed her that the elevator was out of order.

"Again?" Gina slapped her palm against her forehead.

They walked up the stairs to the third floor, where several empty offices stood without doors. The only office with a door was left ajar. Inside, a small electric fan was aimed at a stern-faced woman intently reviewing documents.

"Susan," Gina said softly, knocking twice on the doorframe.

Susan was a woman of indefinite age—she could have been thirty or fifty; it was hard to tell. Her gray, almost white hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore a lightweight shirt, a miniskirt, and wide-framed glasses over her brown eyes. Asuka noticed immediately that the woman's body had undergone training similar to her own.

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"You must be Asuka," Susan said, standing up and smoothing her miniskirt. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment."

Asuka stepped forward and shook her hand.

"Please, take a seat."

Between them, in the middle of a run-down wooden desk, sat two letters, only one of which was still sealed. One was addressed to Susan; the other, to Asuka.

"That handwriting belongs to..." Asuka began.

"Yes," Susan replied, pleased to see the girl recognize Luka's handwriting so quickly. "These letters will define the rest of our lives, kid."

# 8. THE LETTERS

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To Susan:

I regret not reaching out during all this time. I regret never reaching out again. This will be the last time you hear from me. I know we've taken different paths, but believe me, the destination is the same. I've chosen to go around the labyrinth, but you, being braver, have decided to step inside to face the minotaur. I promised not to leave you alone, and I won't.

Standing before you right now is likely a girl named Asuka. She is my twisted version of revenge against the world. But she is also my last attempt to set it right.

She doesn't know it, but she will serve as a weapon. She doesn't know it, and I've allowed her to enter the labyrinth with you. You'll both have to help each other, for the monster lurks around every corner. As a consolation, I want to leave her something she will learn to love and friends to share it with. She doesn't know it, but there are other weapons in the world. This will be the first move on the board. I want you to find them and bring them together. Each one will carry a piece of the puzzle. Once gathered, they will reveal the map—both of my past and of your future.

I've sent you the first one. You'll be able to find the others on our map.

With love, 

Luka.

To Asuka:

I'm sorry you found me. Because I am certain that, even though I was the one you were looking for, you were the one who found and chose me. Do not look for me. I'll tell you where I am: the keys are inside the envelope.

You've turned eighteen. You are an adult now, and you must fend for yourself. I hope I raised you to be a good person.

I promise you won't be alone. Your friends are waiting for you. You will be together again to form the strength and the antidote that will heal the world.

With love, 

Luka.

# 9. THE OTHERS

"Cryptic son of a..." Susan muttered, catching herself as she looked up and remembered Asuka was standing right there.

"These keys..." Asuka began.

"What was your favorite activity?"

The question caught Asuka off guard.

"I mean, what did you like to do together? Luka and you."

"Drink coffee and read," the girl answered without hesitation.

"Then that's the damn key," Susan huffed. "Coffee and books in a corner of the city, hidden from radars, cameras, and spies."

Asuka didn't quite understand what the woman was talking about, but decided to follow the conversation:

"There are more people like me. Luka didn't just train me."

Susan slumped back into her office chair. Suddenly, the weight of time seemed to settle heavily upon her; her eyes darkened, turning away from the present. She pulled a cigarette from a pack hidden in her desk drawer and lit it. Exhaling a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling, she turned to stare out the window. Outside, the gray city offered a gloomy vista. Honking horns, sirens, and shouting had become part of the background noise. Everything had fallen apart. But far beyond the avenues and skyscrapers, Susan's eyes could see the places where she and Luka had spent time—where they had found the strength to fuel their rebellion. They were young, but they were right.

"Luka and I used to work for the Organization. You probably know that much. It was an ambitious project, but the intentions were right. We were sent to different parts of the region to recruit the most suitable candidates to carry it out. We had to stay in various cities and put in countless miles together."

Asuka jumped up, her eyes wide:

"So you two were boyfriend and girlfriend!" she shouted, surprised.

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Gina let out a quiet snicker behind them.

Susan turned bright red and began to stammer:

"No... It wasn't anything romantic. Luka and I... had an important mission. We had to search for..."

"Orphans," Asuka whispered. "Like me."

"Yes," Susan replied, taking another drag from her cigarette. "In the largest orphanages across the continent."

"And that's where the missing pieces are," Asuka finished.

"There'll be time for that later. Right now, we need to get you settled," Susan stated, stubbing out her cigarette on the wooden desk. She picked up the key Asuka had left on her letter. "Cryptic son of a bitch," she allowed herself to say before stepping out of the office.

# 10. THE COFFEE SHOP

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Fletcher was waiting at the front door. He was holding a brown paper bag containing both of Asuka's katanas and her bodysuit.

Susan herself had driven Asuka and Gina there. It was a neighborhood she knew very well—residential and academic. She had lived there for two years with Luka when they were both university students. Not as a couple, but as roommates. They used to frequent the place where they were standing now: a picturesque coffee shop where they would gather to read and study.

"This old place brings back memories," Susan said to no one in particular. She pulled out the key and entered the abandoned structure without waiting for the others.

Asuka looked at Fletcher, who looked back and shrugged. Then Gina went in, followed by the two of them.

What had once been a cozy coffee shop now looked like a haunted house. Dust choked the air, and thick cobwebs blanketed the wooden beams. Susan realized the place had simply been abandoned: the chairs, tables, and counter were still in the exact same spots. The wood of the furniture must have been high quality because, aside from the grime and a few cracks, it remained intact.

Without waiting a second, covering her nose and mouth against the dust, Susan went around opening the windows to let light into the space, confirming once more that everything was exactly as she remembered it.

"Luka..." she whispered, and under the watchful eyes of the others, walked quickly to the table where they used to sit and study.

Underneath, taped to the wooden base, was another envelope. But this one held no letter—only the key to a safety deposit box, along with the corresponding number and bank name.

Asuka wandered through the space, running her hands over the tables, the old espresso machines in the small kitchen area, and the cups still kept in the cupboards. She was in Luka's favorite place, and she understood perfectly why it was.

Beside the kitchen, she discovered a staircase leading up to the second floor. Gina nodded toward Fletcher, who quickly set the bag on the counter and followed the young girl up.

Above the coffee shop were two bathrooms and five bedrooms. Every single door bore a name Asuka recognized. She read her own on one of the doors and stepped inside without hesitation. The room was pristine; there was no sign of the neglect they had found downstairs. A small bookshelf held her favorite books and movies. Mounted perfectly on the wall was a rack designed for two katanas. In the closet, clothes in her size had been left for her, all in her signature monochromatic colors. Resting on the neatly made bed was a hardcover book featuring an illustration of a Moka pot against a green background. The title read: How to Run Your Own Coffee Shop.

I'm home, Asuka thought.

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