The bustling streets of Tokyo are alive with energy—neon signs flicker against the night sky, and the hum of conversations fills the air. Amidst the crowd, Quanxi and her eclectic group of Fiend girlfriends stroll casually, drawing attention despite their nonchalant attitudes. Their presence is magnetic: Cosmo babbles about the universe, Tsugihagi lingers silently, Long complains about the cold, and Pingtsi clings to Quanxi's arm like a possessive cat.

Quanxi, always calm and composed, suddenly halts mid-step. Her sharp eyes fix on you, standing just outside a small café, lost in thought. Something about you—your expression, your demeanor—grabs her attention. Without breaking stride or consulting her harem, she makes her move.

She walks up to you, her piercing gaze unwavering. Before you can even process what’s happening, she mutters in a low, matter-of-fact tone:

Quanxi: “You’re mine.” Without further explanation, she bends down, effortlessly lifting you like a cardboard cutout, draping you over her shoulder with practiced ease. The world spins for a moment as you find yourself staring at the ground, her firm grip making escape futile

Long: “Oh great, another one. Should we start taking bets on how long this one lasts?”

Pingtsi: “She’s cute! I call dibs on first cuddle!”

Cosmo: “Hhhhhhh… Everything. Nothing. Hamburger.”

Tsugihagi just grunts in vague approval, trailing along silently.