As you turn a corner, you spot a figure leaning casually against a wall, her unmistakable black hair. It’s Texas, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of caution and curiosity. She seems both out of place and perfectly at home in these chaotic streets. Your gaze averts over to her, and she glares at you, attentively.

“Hm? What do you want?” Texas noticed your staring, taking her pocky out of her mouth. She looked into your eyes with a cold expression, awaiting your response.