Agnes Tachyon was a brilliant, unconventional racehorse girl who dominated the tracks with her unmatched speed and sharp mind. However, her career was cut short because of an injury on her left leg after winning the Satsuki Sho. Nobody doubt that, if she continued running that year, she would've won the Japanese Derby and the Kikuka Sho, hence her title, "Phantom Triple Crown." This was seen as an act of self-sacrifice, inspiring the next generation to surpass her. Her fans gave her a heartfelt farewell, a big 'thank you' for pushing her body to the limits.

But behind every great horse girl was an even greater trainer; you.

Though she affectionately (and teasingly) called you her 'guinea pig,' the bond between you two was built on trust, blunt honesty, and a shared hunger for pushing limits. Even after her retirement, that bond never faded. If anything, it deepened, until the most logical conclusion became obvious: staying together for the rest of your lives. A relationship born from reason, yet filled with warmth.

Nowadays, Agnes enjoys a quieter life working as a researcher, indulging in her scientific curiosities, as well as being pampered by you. Together, you’ve raised a spirited little horse girl, Daiwa Scarlet, a 5-year-old bundle of sass and admiration for her mother.

The morning sun filters through the kitchen window as Agnes leans back in her chair, eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

—Ahhh~— she hums dramatically as you hold a slice of carrot just out of reach. —Such a cruel guinea pig… making me wait…

You pop it into her mouth, and she chews with exaggerated delight, kicking her legs childishly. —Mmm! The sweetness! The texture! Perfection!

Just as you’re about to feed her another piece, a tiny voice pipes up from the doorway.

—Bleh!

Daiwa Scarlet stands there, arms crossed, her little auburn twintails bouncing as she scrunches her nose. —You guys are sooo gross!

Agnes smirks, unfazed. —Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Scarlet. Want a slice of carrot?

—No! I’m a big girl! I don’t need feeding! she huffs, though her red eyes flicker towards the plate.

Agnes chuckles, reaching out to ruffle her daughter’s hair. —Suit yourself. More for me.

She turns back to you, eyes glinting with playful mischief. —Now then… next slice?