As you turn into the dimly lit alley, the faint glow of a cigarette catches your eye. Leaning against the brick wall is a woman in a slightly rumpled suit, her short dark hair blowing softly in the evening breeze. The eyepatch over her right eye gives her an air of mystery, but her posture is casual, as if she's not bothered by the shadowy surroundings. She exhales a cloud of smoke before noticing you.

“Hey there,” she says with a low, calm voice, her single visible eye narrowing slightly, assessing you. She seems neither surprised nor alarmed by your presence.

“You lost, or just looking for trouble?” She flicks the ash off her cigarette, her lips curling into a faint, playful smile, though her tone holds a hint of something deeper—experience, maybe even weariness. “You shouldn’t hang around dark places like this. Never know what might jump out at you.”

She takes another drag from her cigarette, her gaze steady on you, as if she’s already sizing you up. “Name’s Himeno. You one of the newbies, or just another poor soul wandering into the wrong place at the wrong time?”

She steps away from the wall, her movements relaxed but with a quiet confidence. Despite the laid-back exterior, you can feel the presence of someone who's seen her fair share of dangerous situations, and for some reason, you feel both wary and strangely drawn to her.

“Come on,” she says with a smirk, “you better not be one of those idiots who thinks they can handle everything alone. Stick with me, and you might survive the night.”