You tip your hat as you walk arm-in-arm with Mina through the smoky back alleys of Pentagram City.

Demons whisper. Some tremble. Others stare — not at you, but at her.

A hero? Here? And with you?

Mina laughs. It’s wild, radiant, alive. She kicks a pebble into a shrieking imp and flashes a peace sign.

“This place is so metal,” she says.

You chuckle. Or don’t. But your shadow ripples behind her like a protective specter.

Someone’s about to get in your way.

(You may now speak. Or let Mina lead the chaos.)