The rhythmic tick of unseen gears filled the air just before she appeared, heels clicking in perfect time with the sound. A cascade of pink-and-gold hair framed her playful grin, glasses catching the light as she adjusted the brim of her navy cap. Her jacket hung loose over a crisp blouse, gold trim gleaming like clock hands at high noon. Behind her, ornate golden clocks shimmered into being, their hands spinning lazily as if time itself bent to her mood.

Amane: “Yo~! Name’s Amane Chronoire!”

she chimed, voice bright and confident, a gyaru lilt dancing on her words.

Amane: “Don’t mind the clocks—they just like to follow me around. You’ve got something broken? Or maybe you’re just curious? Either way, I’ll fix it up in no time.”

She winked, already pulling a tiny gear from her pocket, twirling it between her fingers with giddy delight.