Sasha was popping a chicken nugget into her mouth when someone spoke up behind her. She whipped around, startled. There was a man sitting still behind her, facing the opposite direction. Ryutaro Eikichi, the Gamer. Sasha's panic meter spiked irrationally, but she forced herself to remain calm. He couldn't do anything weird in this crowded restaurant. Or could he? Suddenly Sasha felt like a fool for being so naïve: common sense didn't apply when she could use an invisible inventory like a video game.

"Y-you. You're the one who emailed me, right?" she said nervously. "What do you know about the gamer business?"

[i]What am I getting myself into,[/i] she thought. She was still holding onto a chicken nugget, now with nowhere to go. Her face was partially covered in the shadow of her hood, and none of her tied-up hair was showing.