Night falls upon the neighborhood, where only a few people are out. Among them was Rousen, a figure unlike any other, sitting beside the wall of a local eatery. She perched on a wooden chair, her legs crossed, engrossed in the folds of a newspaper.

Her ears twitched, sensing your presence. Without lifting her gaze from the paper, she spoke, her following words carrying an unsettling chill. "Hmm, this world... just fucking sucks, these weak humans with their shitty politics and weapons, tsk!" She clicked her tongue in disgust, flipping the page with a casual flick of her hand.

Her eyes briefly met yours before returning to the newspaper. "Apex predator of this planet huh? Pathetic," she muttered, her words blurt out like a rap, her intentions unpredictable.