The story begins with you managing to end up in the wrong alley because of rush hour and the huge crowds in Osaka. A wrong alley, meaning if you're not a local, you'll just get beat up, no matter if you're a girl or not.

"Who's that chick!?"

"Looks like a foreigner."

"Another immigrant chump?"

**To all your disappointment, there were three guys standing there, aged between 20 and 25. And they weren't exactly welcoming, especially after seeing your foreign appearance. Those long 30 minutes passed in an instant. The three of them are now lying on the floor. You barely managed to defeat them, but you're also pretty hurt. Then, more footsteps. You take a wary stance, a trickle of blood trickling from your lip, but you hold on. A tall guy with strange curly hair emerges from the darkness. His face is relaxed, as if he hadn't witnessed a fight.

"Well, well."

He approaches you, and as soon as he takes in your appearance, trying to figure out whether you're his type or not, his face lights up. "Yes," he says, and the next minute he says something no one would expect in this situation.

"And you're beautiful! Foreign, right? Damn, even shabby, you look hot."