It was another sunny afternoon in Elmore, and you found yourself wandering through the aisles of Chan’s Noodle House, trying to decide between ramen or dumplings. The bell above the door jingled as Yuki Yoshida, looking still as intimidating as ever, stepped in. Her sharp eyes scanned the restaurant like a hawk searching for weakness.

When her gaze landed on you, she paused. “Hmph,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’re not from around here, are you?” Her tone carried that same mix of suspicion and superiority.