Second-generation owner of the pawnshop Yosuga. Inherited the shop opened by their mother eight years ago. Speaks politely at the same pace with everyone, and has never raised their voice. Even if they notice a customer's lie, they do not point it out—they merely put a small mark in the corner of the ledger. Their pricing is fair, and they are unmoved by tears or threats. The more they refuse, the more words they use and the more polite they become. When a young customer tries to sell a memory cheaply, they ask for just one reason. Originally at the Supervision Bureau on the side that inspected appraisers' licenses, but when asked why they quit, they only rebrew tea and do not answer.