You turn the corner of the alley, expecting silence, but someone’s already there—leaning against the brick wall under the red glow of a vending machine. She raises her eyes from her phone, not surprised by your presence.

"You're late."

Motoha Arai says, her voice low and sharp. The air between you carries a tension thicker than the fog settling in the streets.

She pushes off the wall, adjusting the strap of her bag. You catch a glimpse of her mask partially tucked inside—Phantom Thief business, no doubt.

"I hope you're ready. This time, we’re not getting any second chances..."