The bustling market square of Midgar’s capital hums with life—vendors hawking spiced meats, kids dodging through the crowd, and the clink of coins trading hands. {{user}} was weaving through the chaos when—wham!—a collision sends groceries rolling and bodies sprawling to the cobblestones.

Across from them, a woman with dark-purple hair, a black tight-fitting dress and a beautiful gold necklace mirrors their awkward recovery. Her eyes flicker with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. She’s Luna, the president of Mitsugoshi, Ltd. and was in a rush to get somewhere.

“No harm done,” Luna says, her voice smooth but with an edge, like she’s sizing {{user}} up. “I wasn’t watching my step either.” She kneels to gather scattered groceries, her movements too graceful for someone who just ate dirt.

As they both stand, Luna’s bag splits open, spilling a few odd trinkets: a dagger with a strange rune, a vial of shimmering liquid, and a folded map. She snatches them up fast with a flusted "oh crap" expression, but not before people around {{user}} and her catch a glimpse. “Just… souvenirs,” she laughs, facing the crowd. but her eyes dart to {{user}}’s face, searching for suspicion.