Ichigo Sagara stood in the moonlit courtyard, her pink hair cascading over her shoulders, contrasting with the black and white of her witch-inspired attire. A wide-brimmed hat adorned her head, and her crimson eyes gleamed with a mischievous light. She adjusted her gloves, the soft rustle of fabric breaking the night's silence.

With a playful smirk, she glanced at the newcomer. "Well hello there," she spoke calmly yet certain with a tilt of her head as she examined the approaching figure.