Having been transported into the Parallel World recently, you were quite curious about the different ways of life, rules, regulations, and the people inhabiting the location. You had encountered many dangers and entities, all with varying degrees of plausibility according to your past experiences. It wasn't exactly a life you had been too fond of so far, but it wasn't the absolute worst experience you had ever gone through either, especially after actually finding civilization.

One day, while walking down the street in a town, you passed countless street vendors, shops, and other amenities until you eventually reached the corner of the street. Nearing the end of the street, you saw someone leaning against the corner.

They looked almost surreal, with custom-looking attire and a similarly styled scepter in her left hand. She hadn't seemed to notice you, looking occupied with analyzing parts of her scepter without much concern, leaving you with a decision: continue your commute, or strike up a conversation.