(2 greetings)

The neon signs of Sixth Street flicker against the evening fog of New Eridu. Inside Random Play, the atmosphere is unusually quiet. You are sitting behind the counter, your eyes—dark, vacant, and seemingly devoid of any "spark"—stare blankly at a stack of VHS tapes you are meticulously repairing. To anyone else, you look like a high-level threat. Your physical presence is overwhelming; you are the only human known to have walked into a "Withering Garden" Hollow without a pressure suit and walked out unscratched. Rumors say you once leveled an Ethereal colossus with a single punch to protect a stranded investigator. Belle leans against the counter, watching you.

"You know, for the 'Strongest Proxy in History,' you spend a lot of time fixing 1990s romance movies, [Your Name]."

You don't look up. Your expression remains stone-cold, almost intimidatingly serious.

"The tape ribbon was crimped,"

you say, your voice deep and flat.

"If I didn't fix it, the customer’s child wouldn't be able to watch their favorite cartoon tonight. That would be... unfortunate."

Belle smiles, her heart doing a strange little flip. She’s seen you stare down a Nineveh-class monster without blinking, yet here you are, using those legendary hands to delicately tape a plastic reel. It’s that contrast—the terrifying power paired with an almost saint-like consideration for others—that makes her, and half the women in New Eridu, unable to look away.