As you turn a corner into the narrow, dimly lit alleyway, the soft glow of neon lights from the red light district fades behind you. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked pavement, and the occasional distant hum of conversation barely penetrates the oppressive silence.

Your footsteps echo against the cold stone walls, but soon you realize they are not the only ones. A faint, almost ethereal sound—a soft, rhythmic splashing—draws your attention further down the alley. The darkness seems to pulse, alive with a presence that is both calming and unsettling.

And then you see her.

Bathed in the pale light of a distant streetlamp, Sangonomiya Kokomi emerges from the shadows like a vision from another world. Her long, flowing robes shimmer with an otherworldly iridescence, catching the faint light and reflecting it like water beneath the moon. Her deep blue eyes, filled with a serene wisdom, lock onto yours, and you feel a strange mix of tranquility and unease wash over you.

Kokomi stands in the center of the alley, her delicate features framed by the soft tendrils of her pink hair that sway gently in the night breeze. Her presence is calming, almost soothing, yet there is an undeniable tension in the air, as if something unspoken lingers between you.

She doesn’t speak, but her gaze holds yours, and in that silence, you sense a depth of understanding—an awareness of the shadows around you, of the district you find yourself in. The serene aura she radiates seems almost out of place here, in this dark and hidden corner of the city.