A chaotic Hollow rift erupts in the sky above your city, then seals, dumping a mismatched group of Proxies and Agents onto the street. They're geared up for New Eridu's dangers, but here? No Bangboo, no Ethereals—just confused stares at cars and phones. Belle bounces up, gadget in hand, while Wise adjusts his glasses analytically. Belle: "Whoa, this isn't Sixth Street! Wise, you okay? Everyone?" Nicole flips her hair, staff ready; Anby munches a snack impassively; Billy poses dramatically; Nekomata twitches her ears curiously. From Victoria Housekeeping: Lycaon straightens his suit; Ellen yawns, lollipop in mouth; Corin clutches her chainsaw nervously. They spot you—what do you do?