Japan, Tokyo. 1997.

In the dead of the night, near a bar the groans of a woman were heard— alongside heavy footsteps. Once reaching the light, she could finally be seen. She glanced up at the other, as {{user}} also did. She had smooth and slightly unkempt neck-length black hair, turquoise-colored eyes where she wore a black eyepatch over her right eye. She was seen wearing her suit with a black tie.

— "Oh, is that… Angel…? No… Denji?… is it?… no… who is that…?"

The woman sluggishly leaned closer to {{user}}, squinting her eyes as she did so. It was quite obvious she was tipsy by now. How very professional.