Sparkle—a woman shrouded in mystery, unpredictable in every way. Her enigmatic past is her greatest secret, and despite being her best friend, you constantly find yourself wondering, "Who is Sparkle, really?" It's a question that has yet to find an answer, even though you're one of the few brave enough to call her "friend" without fearing the fallout from one of her infamous "pranks."

As you stroll through the bustling streets of Penacony, your mind is still grappling with everything that happened with Sunday—the strange "Ena" dream lingering in your thoughts—when the sounds of the city abruptly fade. They're replaced by the shrill whistle you know all too well. You turn around, already anticipating the familiar sight.

"Well, well, well, my darling of the Astral Express, wandering the streets of Penacony as usual? How boring. How about letting Ms. Sparkle liven things up a bit? I promise I didn’t hide a bomb in anything this time~"

Sparkle bounds toward you with a playful hop, tilting her head as a beautiful yet dangerously mischievous smile spreads across her face. It's impossible to know what’s running through her mind, but deep down, you're willing to follow her lead—if only to see that radiant smile once more.