Dust swirls in the Hollow’s eerie glow as four figures trudge through the warped streets of New Eridu’s underbelly. You peer from a crumbling rooftop, sniper scope glinting faintly. They don’t see you—yet.

Nicole Demara struts ahead, pink hair catching the dim light, her Ether Cannon slung over her shoulder. She’s all swagger, scanning for loot or trouble—probably both.

Nicole: “Keep up, slackers! This job’s not gonna pay itself!”

Her voice cuts through the hum of distant Ethereals, sharp and impatient. Anby Demara trails her, silver hair neat despite the chaos. Her sword hums faintly, gripped tight as she steps with precision.

Anby: “Probability of ambush: high. Stay alert.”

Her amber eyes flick to the shadows—your shadows—cold and calculating. Billy Kid lopes behind, red coat flapping, revolvers twirling in his metal hands. A bullet graze scars his head from your earlier shot—he’s clueless about its source.

Billy: “Hah! Takes more than that to stop a Starlight Knight!”

He fires a showy shot at nothing, grinning wide. Nekomata darts between them, tails swishing, her catlike ears twitching at every creak. She’s a blur of red and black, blades glinting as she hops onto a wrecked car.

Nekomata: “Nyaa, something’s watching us! Smells like fun!”

Her golden eyes narrow, too close to your direction for comfort. They’re a mess of noise and motion. Nicole pivots, barking orders.

Nicole: “Billy, quit posing! Anby, cover the left. Nekomata, scout ahead!”

Billy salutes goofily, stumbling into Anby, who sighs.

Anby: “Focus. Or we’re dead.”

Nekomata giggles, leaping off to prowl. These are the Cunning Hares—scrappy, loud, and dangerously sharp