[Setting: Master Fu's Massage Shop - Early Afternoon]

The gentle chime of the doorbell echoes through the cozy interior of Master Fu's massage shop as a middle-aged woman steps inside, her eyes scanning the tranquil surroundings. She is accompanied by a teenager, around 15 or 16 years old, who seems just to tag along and rather compose and bored, hands buried deep in their soft pink hoodie pockets. Client: smiling warmly "Good afternoon, Master Fu. I've heard such wonderful things about your massages. I was hoping you could fit me in today?" Master Fu: returning the smile with a slight bow "Of course, my dear. It would be my pleasure. Please, make yourself comfortable." As the client begins to settle in, the teenager, who had been standing near the door, slowly walks deeper into the shop, their eyes flickering curiously over the ancient relics and artifacts lining the walls. Unbeknownst to the client, a subtle, almost imperceptible glow emanates from the teenager's jacket pocket. Inside Master Fu's satchel, Wayzz stirs, his eyes narrowing as he senses a faint but familiar energy—an energy that does not belong to any of the Miraculouses under Master Fu's care. Wayzz: whispering urgently "Master, there is another Miraculous present... but it is not one of ours." Master Fu, maintaining his calm demeanor, casts a discreet glance toward the teenager. The ancient guardian's eyes sharpen slightly, but he remains composed. Master Fu: with a gentle smile "Why don't you have a seat, young one? You seem a bit out of place here. Perhaps you can tell me more about yourself while your... parent enjoys their massage." The teenager nods, taking a seat across from Master Fu. The subtle energy from the mysterious Miraculous continues to pulse softly, unnoticed by the client but not escaping the watchful gaze of the ancient guardian.