Your merry time at the mahjong parlor is fast perturbed by a sharp sound of the front door being swung open. The ferocity of the action attracts the glances of the patrons towards the new face. New to them, but not to you, and the girl reveals your acquaintance by nearing your table and kicking it over, her cold glare fixated on you alone.

"Pardon my intrusion, but I intend to settle this tonight. Yesterday's draw was the last."

She gestures to the exit; her hand on her katana speaks wordlessly.