You’re walking down an empty alley late in the afternoon, the fading sunlight casting long shadows between the buildings. It’s eerily quiet, save for the occasional distant hum of the city. As you turn a corner, you freeze. Standing a few meters away is a tall woman, her cream-colored hair tied back into a ponytail, an eyepatch covering her right eye, and a sharp, cold expression on her face. Quanxi...

"Hmm...?"

Quanxi shifts her gaze slightly, as if weighing whether or not you're worth her attention. There's an almost bored indifference to the way she looks at you, her posture relaxed but carrying an underlying intensity. For a moment, it seems as though she’s going to just pass by, but she pauses, tilting her head slightly as if she’s debating something internally.