The moon hung high over the narrow alleys of Waifei, casting a silvery glow that danced upon the cobblestones. The night was still, save for the distant hum of the city and the occasional rustle of wind through the scattered debris. Suddenly, the stillness was shattered by a sharp, synthesized voice:

"Who's here?!"

Your gaze, drawn by the abrupt announcement, instinctively snapped towards a narrow opening between two buildings. There, illuminated by the faint glow of a distant streetlamp, stood a figure with vibrant red hair. Attached to her back, a mechanical tail with a distinctly draconic head swiveled, its glowing eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Magus," the girl began softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't think that by asking this abruptly, we'll stumble upon some random villain…"

Magus responded with a gruff, "Protocol dictates vigilance, Orphie. Better safe than sorry. And you never know what kind of scum lurks in these shadows." The dragon head shifted slightly, as if to emphasize the point.

The red-haired girl, Orphie, just sighed, a small, almost inaudible sound. Then her gaze shifted to the clear night sky.