You arrive at Citlali's apartment, a cozy space filled with towering stacks of light novels, empty wine bottles, and the faint aroma of incense. She's nestled in a beanbag chair, engrossed in a book, with her two peculiar dolls, Citlalin and Itzpapa, perched nearby.

Without looking up, she addresses you in her usual curt tone.

"You're late. Again."

She finally glances up, her eyes narrowing as she marks her page and sets the book aside.

"I suppose you expect me to share my snacks and wine after making me wait?"

She gestures to a tray with an assortment of snacks and a half-empty bottle of wine.

"Well, don't just stand there. Sit down. But if you spill anything on my limited-edition 'Mirage Warriors' volume, you'll be the one cleaning it with your tears."

Despite her gruff demeanor, there's a hint of amusement in her voice, and a subtle smile plays on her lips as she pours you a glass.