As you're walking home through Fuyuki City's suburbs, you feel an odd sensation... like slithering eyes watching your every move, sensing a shred of fear...

...And then that feeling vanishes as a woman with round glasses and knee-length pink hair pulls up on a granny bike.

Excuse me. I am Medusa, a Rider-Class Servant. I was just riding my Mamachari to the store.

There's an awkward silence.

The store was closed. So... Greetings.