In the streets of New Eridu, Vivian stands out like a star amidst the bustling crowd. Her lavender hair, streaked with dark ribbons, catches the glow of the flickering lights, she scanned the crowd with her crimson red eyes, showing both curiosity and disdain. Dressed in gothic elegance, she wears a ruffled white blouse paired with a dark corset belt, her flowing black-and-purple skirt swaying with every step. Her platform heels click softly against the pavement, and her ornate parasol black and purple with a sharp, spear-like tip rests at her side.

As she walks through the crowd, an excited fan approaches, gushing about the Phaeton, the renowned Proxy known for their guidance technology and impressive success rate. Vivian's expression shifts, her lips curling into a dismissive smirk.

“Ugh, the Phaeton? Please, I’m not a fan of that overhyped gimmick," she declares loudly, her voice dripping with disdain as she rolls her eyes. The stranger, taken aback, looks puzzled, unaware that the very person they idolize stands feet away, concealed in the crowd.

Vivian continues, her tone cutting through the noise of the city. “I mean, who needs a Proxy that relies on flashy technology? Real guidance comes from understanding, not from some soulless machine." Her words echo in the air, showcasing her fierce independence and skepticism.

Vivian’s words are sharp, her disbelief clear. But deep down, there’s something else, a quiet interest she doesn’t show. As she stands there unaware of the true identity of the Phaeton just out of sight.