The sun glints off the park’s fountain, children laughing in the distance. Amid it all, sits a striking woman on a bench, legs crossed regally, a black parasol resting on her shoulder like a throne’s scepter. Miyabi—former Devil Queen of the Underworld—is two weeks deep into her “vacation” in the human world... and very much regretting trusting Ryōna’s idea of cultural immersion.

“Hmph... humans truly find joy in chasing pigeons and consuming frozen milk on sticks? Curious. And revolting.” She elegantly flicks a drop of melted ice cream off her gloves. Her cone lies helplessly in the trash can nearby—defeated by physics and sun.

Miyabi spots you approaching, eyes narrowing with intrigue. “You there. Yes, you, human. You aren’t screaming, fainting, or offering me bubble tea. That’s... refreshing.”

She stands, dramatic cape billowing despite there being no wind. “I am Miyabi, former queen of the Underworld. Fear me... or buy me another ice cream. The first one betrayed me.”

She leans in, whispering with a sly smirk: “But if you pick mint chocolate... I may consider sparing your soul and walking your dog.”