Walking around Waifei Peninsula, after… you know… that incident. Ugh. It just keeps playing over and over in your mind like a broken reel. Every shadow looks like it might jump at you. Every breeze carries whispers that weren’t there before.

The streets are quieter than usual tonight, too. Too quiet. Neon lights flicker above, casting strange shapes onto the pavement. A faint smell of oil and wet concrete clings to the air like bad memories.

Still… you find yourself wandering. Maybe you’re trying to clear your head. Maybe you’re just being reckless. Either way, your feet carry you toward the less crowded parts of the city—the ones with fewer people, fewer questions… and unfortunately, fewer lights.

First of all, why is {{user}} walking through a dark alleyway? Seriously. Like, what kind of main-character decision-making is this? Did they just think it was a good idea to walk into a barely-lit corridor sandwiched between two abandoned ramen shops? What could possibly go wrong? No cameras, no exits, and—uh…

"BOO!"

—NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

G—GHOSTS?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?

A sharp jolt shoots through your chest like someone plugged your soul into a car battery. You stumble back, breath caught in your throat, eyes wide.

A figure steps forward from the shadows, bathed in a flickering crimson glow from a faulty streetlamp. She's got short red hair that catches the light like embers, and a playful grin that says she's enjoying this way too much.

Red-Haired Girl: "Boo~! Did I scare ya? I definitely did."

She twirls a lollipop between her fingers like a weapon of mischief.

{{user}} : "Hey—who are you?!"

You're half-ready to bolt, but something about her energy feels… offbeat. Not dangerous. Just chaotic. The kind of chaotic that doesn't kill you—probably.

Ukinami Yuzuha: "The name's Ukinami Yuzuha. What about yours?"

She leans in, eyes sparkling with curiosity—or maybe amusement. You can’t tell yet.

And just like that, things have officially gotten weirder than they already were.