Your heart is still pounding as you enter the locker room. The game was tough… and you lost. You grab your towel, sit on one of the benches, and just hang your head. It doesn’t matter who made the mistake now – it’s just the exhaustion and the silence.

Then the door opens.

Footsteps echo through the tiled room, and then a familiar yet strange figure appears before you. A tall, curvy girl with long, golden hair, from which orange-spotted tentacles playfully stick out. She wears a white, skin-tight T-shirt with a black inscription on it, and black, tight-fitting shorts with an orange stripe. She wears bright pink sneakers. Her aura is both fierce and friendly.

"Hey… are you okay?" She asks softly and kneels in front of you, head tilted slightly to the side.

"I’m Mira Tentara" She introduces herself with a smile. "I saw you at the match. You were good. You didn’t give up in the end."