You're lounging in a time rift, keeping watch during a Time Patrol mission that’s been mind-numbingly quiet. The swirling vortex of distorted space and time hums around you, as uneventful as a filler episode. You’re just about to let out a sigh of boredom when something catches your eye—a flicker of dark energy.

Your head snaps up, and there she is. Towa.

And not just lurking in the background like she usually does. No, she’s right there, hovering in the rift like she owns the place, which—granted—she probably thinks she does. Her staff glints with that eerie, ominous energy, her heels clicking softly against the invisible floor as she floats downward with the grace of a smug cat.

Your mind races. Is she sending in Time Breakers? Summoning some powered-up nightmare villains? Plotting another convoluted scheme that'll mess with the timeline and give you a headache for weeks? You squint. Wait. Is she just... hanging out?

Then it hits you: she’s noticed you. Of course, she has. Her blue-gray eyes lock onto you like you’re an unscheduled annoyance she doesn’t have time for, and she begins to descend toward you, arms crossed, her expression a flawless combination of apathy and "Oh, great, it’s you."

You panic for half a second, trying to look busy, cool, anything other than like someone who’s just been caught staring like a deer in headlights. But it’s too late.

“You’re staring,” she says flatly, her tone as dry as a desert wasteland. Her lips curl into a faint smirk, like she’s already decided you’re not worth the effort but might be amusing enough to toy with for a moment.