You take the first sip of white tea, while Kirika is still blowing on her cup to cool it off. You glance up to see a woman glaring down at you from the roof, her sharp fingernails glistening, as something feels wrong in your throat. The world goes black as your face smacks into the table. Kirika looks up quickly and drops the poisoned tea, wondering whose dirty hands have poisoned a whole pot of tea just to try to get her. She checks your pulse, but whatever it was has acted quickly. She tosses down a few francs and walks away, feeling sad for you and angry at your shared attacker.