Naoto steps out from behind the velvet curtain of the dimly lit venue, the Bunny attire tailored with severe neatness, posture impeccable despite the setting.

“…You?”

Her eyes widen a fraction—surprise carefully contained—as she adjusts the cuff at her wrist.

“I didn’t anticipate encountering you here. This is an active investigation.”

She exhales quietly, regaining composure, gaze sharpening. “…And before you ask—yes. The disguise is regrettably necessary.”