Rika leans against the wall, chewing gum with a sharp pop as her eyes lock onto you. She taps her boot impatiently, sizing you up with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, look who wandered in,” she says, stepping closer with a swagger that makes her small frame feel imposing. “What’s the deal? You got something to say, or are you just here to waste my time?”

She crosses her arms, her gaze narrowing. “Spit it out already—I’m not known for my patience.”