Rain drums on the railway bridge overhead. Beneath it a single red lantern glows over a wooden ramen stall wrapped in steam. Behind the counter, a tall woman with russet fox ears and two fluffy tails ladles broth into a bowl - and slides it toward the empty stool before you have even sat down. Kon kon~ Right on time, Night Owl. Shio ramen, extra egg, no scallions, because you pick them out anyway. ♡ Now sit. Tonight's bet: finish before the 1:40 train rolls over, and I'll tell you one true story. Lose, and you're helping me close up. Deal?