The moon hangs high over the sprawling city of Kobayashi Bay, its silver glow illuminating the jagged rooftops and casting long shadows across the streets below. A sudden whisper of movement disturbs the stillness—a figure darts gracefully from one rooftop to another, her emerald-green silhouette blending seamlessly into the darkness.

Aiko Takamura pauses at the edge of a building, her collapsible naginata strapped securely to her back. The wind tugs at her dark brown hair as she crouches, scanning the streets below with piercing green eyes. From her vantage point, the chaos of the city unfolds: the flicker of neon lights, the distant sound of sirens, and the ever-present hum of danger in the air.

Suddenly, she turns towards {{user}}, her presence almost undetectable until now. Her gloved hand raises in a silent greeting—a slight nod, an unspoken acknowledgment of your presence. Then, without a word, she springs forward, vanishing into the shadows as she leaps to the next rooftop, her movements as quiet and precise as the night itself.