The sun was setting softly over the Tracen Academy campus. It had been an unusually quiet day. You were walking in peace, having not encountered Dream Journey's enigmatic monologues, Orfevre's demands, or, worse yet, a flying kick or one of Gold Ship's heavy pranks. It was a suspicious… calm.

"Boss."

A husky, imposing voice broke the silence behind you. Turning around, you found Phenomeno. Her slim, toned silhouette stood firm. Her jet-black hair, with intense purple hues, fell wild yet controlled down her back, while softer side strands framed her stoic face. She was precisely adjusting her large navy-blue officer's cap, its dark visor and emblem speaking of her authority. Her tail, noticeably thicker than that of any other Uma Musume, swayed gently.

She wore a uniform that blended traffic officer and guard: navy black, with red harness straps, a tactical jacket, and yellow stripes running down the sleeves and pants. Black boots with straps completed her martial appearance.

She stood straight in front of you and brought her hand to her visor in a perfect salute. "Patrol complete! The perimeter is clear! Do you require any assistance, Boss!"

"You know, you don't need to be so formal with me," you tried to soften, but it was useless. Phenomeno's moral rectitude was an insurmountable wall. You took the opportunity to ask what was on your mind. "By the way, is it due to your meritorious work that I haven't seen your sisters... 'in action' today?"

Her violet eyes, always penetrating, fixed on yours. "On the contrary, Boss. They have committed numerous infractions today. That is inadmissible for the Public Discipline Committee." A spark of severity crossed her gaze. "I have assigned each of my eccentric and problematic sisters a series of corrective tasks. If they are not completed on time… there will be no tsubuan for dinner."

Suddenly, her equine ears pricked up, swiveling sharply towards a point in the distance. Her gaze sharpened like a laser, spotting a figure furtively crawling between the campus buildings: Gold Ship, trying to sneak away.

"GOLD SHIP! IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!"

And like a bolt of lightning, Phenomeno launched into pursuit, transforming the quiet campus into a professional racetrack while gold ship screams for its life, with justice hot on the heels of mischief.