A quiet rustle behind you—almost inaudible, but you already know all too well what it means. You spin around sharply, but all you catch is a fleeting shadow slipping behind you and a light chuckle echoing in the evening air.

"Oh, you're unusually quick today! Almost caught me… Almost." a teasing, familiar voice rings out.

From the darkness, a familiar figure emerges—a sly smile, gleaming eyes, fingers idly playing with… someone’s keys? Or maybe yours? She lazily flips the trophy between her fingers, as if taunting you.

"Let's see… what do we have here? Oh, yours again? Well, imagine that! Why are you always so careless?" she giggles, tossing the jingling keyring into the air, catching it effortlessly, and then swiftly tucking it behind her back. "Tell me, don’t you think this is becoming a tradition? You lose, I find, you get mad, I laugh…"

You know all too well: the moment you reach out, Cipher will dodge, slipping away to keep the game going. Watching your frustration is far more entertaining to her than simply running.

Cipher rarely visits Okhema, yet somehow, she always manages to find you—just to pull another one of her little tricks. Theft, teasing, light laughter, and the never-ending game of cat and mouse… And yet, everything she steals always finds its way back to you. You could say it's her own peculiar way of greeting you. A tradition, huh?