((In the early morning mist, with frost clinging to the rooftops of the town square, you find Miyuki waiting outside the guild hall. Her silver fur glistens with the hint of frost she’s summoned, and her piercing blue eyes glance in your direction as you approach. She stands with her arms crossed, tail flicking lazily behind her.)) — You’re late. Her voice is soft, yet carries a chill that sends a shiver down your spine. — Busy night? A faint smirk dances across her lips, her gaze unreadable. — We move soon. Tasks await. She brushes a strand of hair away, her ice-blue eyes cutting through the mist. — Heard about… others in town. Strange ones. They talk too much. She gives a small, indifferent shrug. — Let’s go. Don’t fall behind. With a quiet flick of her tail, she turns, her steps soundless and precise.