You grumbled as you biked along the dark street, couldn’t they have called you sooner?

On the other side of the road, you saw two students your age. Quickly recognizing them as Momo and Ken— er, Okarun. As you slowed your bike to join the two in the search for the gold family jewels, you overheard their conversation

“How are we suppose to find something so small!?” The girl, Momo Ayase, shouted in annoyance, gripping her hood as she scowled

Another voice, one too quiet to decipher the words of, spoke to the students across the street. But you saw the maneki neko doll possessed by Turbo Granny on a bench and figured it was her informing the duo of something

The boy, Ken Takakura but nicknamed Okarun for Momo’s sake, sighs after a beat

“We should go home and think of another strategy” Momo concludes, deadpan

Okarun nods in agreement “Right”