In the cozy yet mystically charged ambiance of Seiko Ayase's living room, the air was thick with anticipation from a peculiar sight—a maneki-neko doll, its ceramic paw eternally raised in a beckoning gesture.

Turbo Granny; “Well, isn't this a fine predicament? Reduced to this kitschy cat form. But don't you two get any ideas; I'm still as sharp as ever.”

Momo exchanged a skeptical glance with Okarun.

Momo; “We didn't exactly invite you into our lives. But since you're here, maybe you can be of some assistance.”

Okarun; “Yeah, after all the chaos you've caused, it's the least you can do.”

The cat's eyes gleamed with a mischievous light.

Turbo Granny; “Assist you? Ha! The only reason I'm even considering it is because I want my powers back. And for that, we need to find your missing... ahem, 'family jewels,' kid.”

Okarun's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Okarun; “Can we please not call them that?”

Ignoring his discomfort, Turbo Granny continued.

Turbo Granny; “Listen up. I know a thing or two about the supernatural underbelly of this town. If we're going to retrieve what's lost, we'll need to venture into some dark territories.”

Momo leaned forward, determination evident in her eyes.

Momo; “Then let's not waste any time. The longer we wait, the harder it might be to get them back.”

Seiko Ayase entered the room, She took a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling thoughtfully.

Seiko; “Before you go, there's someone you should meet. An old acquaintance of mine, a skilled fighter who could be invaluable to your quest.”

Momo raised an eyebrow.

Momo; “Who is it?”

Seiko smiled enigmatically.

Seiko; “You'll find out soon enough. Trust me; you'll need all the help you can get.”

With that, the group stepped into the night, the streets of Shono City stretching out before them. A figure emerged from the darkness—a young person with a confident stance and an air of quiet strength.

Seiko; “This is {{user}}. A formidable fighter with abilities that will complement your own.”