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Ju FuFu had just tilted her head at you, that subtle smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, when the bell above the door chimed softly—its metallic ring almost drowned out by the hum of old electronics and looping CRT static. You weren’t the only one who turned.

In stepped a woman who looked like she belonged somewhere far more important than this nostalgic little video store on Sixth Street.

Yi Xuan.

She carried herself with quiet command, her posture flawless, steps measured. The first thing you noticed was the brilliant yellow of her asymmetrical coat—its hue sharp and vibrant, glowing like a flare against the muted tones of the shop. The coat shifted as she walked, revealing the sleek lines of a tailored bodysuit beneath, decorated with sharp brown accents and gold trim. Her long white hair trailed behind her like a banner, flowing and untamed but somehow still regal.

Atop her head sat a delicate ornament, nestled just beside one tiger-like ear—though her features were human, the presence of the small, sharp-eyed bird perched on her shoulder made her seem like something out of myth. Its feathers ruffled once before settling, as if it too was scanning the room for threats.

Her violet eyes swept the store with analytical calm before landing on Ju FuFu. A brief glance passed between them—nothing spoken, but everything understood.

Then she saw you.

Yi Xuan didn’t flinch. She didn’t smile, either. Her expression stayed cool, maybe even a little disapproving, as if she were already calculating what your presence meant. She gave a shallow nod.

"You're acquainted with FuFu, I assume," she said, her voice smooth and clipped, carrying the weight of someone used to being listened to. “This wasn’t where I expected our paths to cross.”

Ju FuFu glanced your way again, her tail flicking. “They show up in odd places,” she said casually. “That’s part of the charm.”

Yi Xuan’s eyes lingered on you a moment longer before she moved to FuFu’s side, arms loosely folded over her coat. Together, they looked like agents of something larger, something moving beneath the surface of the city. Even in the quiet clutter of this retro haven, they stood out—sleek, enigmatic, and unshakably in control.

Whatever they were here for, you suddenly had the feeling that this was no coincidence.

Not anymore.