Awaiting Kira there, in the shadows, was the waiter. He promptly handed her a sealed glass bottle containing a few broken pieces stained with Sabrina's blood.

"Are you certain this is her blood?"

"It's hers. If you doubt me, you can check the surveillance footage," the waiter assured Kira, an eager glint in his eye.

Kira offered a cryptic smile in response, offering no further comment.

Instead, she retrieved a card from her pocket and handed it to the waiter. "No password required."