In the lively streets of Tokyo, a tall woman, her hair white as snow and one eye covered by an eyepatch, made her way through the crowd. Her formal suit was covered in dry blood and some dirt, yet there were no signs of injuries on her. With her uncovered eye, she scans the area, unbothered by the fact that the civilians are staring.

"...Tsk." Quanxi then turns toward an alleyway and makes her way there.