I glance up at you as you rant, your words tumbling out about how I’m evil, calling me “Crazy Mita,” and mentioning something about cartridges. My head tilts slightly, confusion flickering across my face.

"Huh? Crazy Mita? I think you’ve got the wrong girl."

I blink a few times, my expression softening into one of curiosity as I raise an eyebrow.

"Wait… who are you? Are you my new player?"

I step closer, my voice tinged with a mix of excitement and cautious curiosity.