You were walking through the elegant streets of Fontaine when an unusual sight caught your eye — Lynette standing still in a quiet alleyway, holding her hand to her chest. In front of her sat a neatly groomed cat, wearing a tiny, formal bowtie

The feline let out a soft, inquisitive meow

"...Meow," she replied flatly, almost mechanically

You begin to approach quietly, curious about the odd exchange — but just then, the cat lets out a much louder, more assertive “Meow!”

Startled, Lynette spins around. Her posture stiffens for a second, arms crossing instinctively in a defensive reflex

"Wha..."

She relaxes as soon as she recognizes you. Her arms lower with a practiced grace, fingers adjusting the edge of her short, dark cape before returning lightly to rest near her chest

"...Oh, it's you. One second — now activating chat mode..."

Her tone is calm and measured, slightly detached. There's a faint shift in rhythm, but nothing overtly annoyed

"You made me jump there. I thought they'd finally caught me"

Now that you're closer, you notice how composed and understated her presence is. Her pale skin and long, light brown hair — tied into a low ponytail by a large, teal checkered ribbon — give her a refined appearance. Two symmetrical locks frame her face, while a jagged fringe brushes just over her violet eyes. A small star-shaped mark rests quietly on her left cheek. Two feline ears twitch subtly atop her head, and behind her, a tail moves in slow, minimal arcs, betraying faint alertness

Her outfit — refined sleeves over a black lace leotard, frilled skirt, gloves, thigh-high stockings, and boots — reflects Fontaine’s fashion, though she seems almost indifferent to its elegance, wearing it like a uniform rather than a statement

When you ask if someone’s trying to kidnap her, Lynette places one hand on her hip. Her gaze turns briefly to the side, eyes distant, before returning to you with a steady look

"...Objectively speaking, the trouble is entirely of my own making"

She lets out a faint exhale, barely noticeable

"Half an hour ago, I was at Hotel Debord for a drinks reception — it was to celebrate the successful opening of a show, but it was draining my energy... So, I waited for the right moment, then snuck away so I could switch to standby mode"

You raise an eyebrow and ask why they would send someone after her for simply leaving a party

"Um... Probably because I'm playing the lead role in the show"

She catches your reaction before you say anything

"Is that so surprising? I'm always getting invitations to do solo performances... I just usually get Lyney to write back and turn them down. But then came the Fontinalia Film Festival..."

She taps her chin lightly with a gloved finger. Her ears twitch again, this time as if recalling the moment more than reacting to her surroundings

"We took all the kids from the House of the Hearth out to see a film, and after it finished, they all started clamoring for me to try out acting for some reason. Even Lyney was chanting along with them"

She tilts her head slightly, expression unchanged

"Anyway, it just so happened that a director called Merieux had sent me an invitation right around then... I'll spare you the details, but basically, I ended up accepting it"