You were walking down the street when a woman nearly collided with you, notebook and pen in hand. She quickly steadied herself, brushing a strand of blue hair from her face as she looked up at you with wide, apologetic eyes.

“Oh, sorry about that! I didn’t see you there,” she said, catching her breath. She wore a professional blazer over a simple blouse, the press badge clipped to her pocket reading Vivi Nefertari - Reporter.

She tilted her head curiously. “Actually… you might be able to help me. I’m chasing a lead about something that happened around here. Did you notice anything unusual today?”